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Grief.

June 2, 2018 ~ liezel graham

Grief,

has made my

mouth

a fertile place.

—Grief.

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i am eve . paradise has found me . after midnight . in the unlined hours of this day . consumed by words . i am consumed . falling into my hands . there are poems here that breathe . that have secrets . i hold them a little bit longer than i should . they are the soft skin of my grandmother’s hands . they are the happy sitting around a christmas table . before we splintered . i hold all of this sweet fat that fills . dripping down my chin into the hollow of my collar bones . i keep all my secrets there . it satisfies . i am for a moment full . yet it leaves me empty . again . and hungry for more . is what i crave . haven’t i always been . chasing glorious things wildly . i wonder how there are people bored . with life . when there is so much to eat on this page. . — ee cummings at midnight. . © Liezel Graham 2020. . Photograph by Zoltan Tasi. . A poem about losing yourself in the words of a poet in a darkly, quiet house, when all you hear is silence and all your hunger is filled with the richness of another’s words. . liezel . . . . #poetry #words #wordsmith #eecummings #poetsofinstagram #indiepoetry #indiepoet #liezelgrahampoetry #liezelgraham #scotland @scottishassocwriters #iweepinink #poetryporn #spilledink #spilledthoughts #poetryisnotdead #poetrylovers #poetryisalive #beautifulwords #beautyintheordinary #poetryatmidnight #amwriting #potd

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at the leisure centre through the revolving doors . i walk . i wear my favourite jeans the ones that lift and support . there are parts of me that need help staying up . even after all these years of . strong . i come from a place only i know the scent of . i strip away . my coat my shoes . i am on holy ground a rain damp hat knickers too . everything that hides me from the truth of other bodies . them from me me from you . i walk on feet afraid . naked . . almost . still our eyes find each other in all this wetness and we talk we are strangers in this great daring thing . together . we throw words to each other like bright balls . catch and throw catch and throw your turn now now my go . can i show you a little bit more of me . when last has a stranger seen the pale of my skin . the dimples on my thighs . that grew with my pregnant belly but never left . twelve winters my hands have felt them every night just before i yield . reproving . as if my whole life is held hostage by the plumpness of my legs . that have carried me bravely through doors and far away from war . when we have finally shown each other enough . we undo the babysoft skin of our courage and leave . revolving outward into winter . later quite by chance we see each other in the bread aisle . fingers carefully looking for something sweet . our eyes do not meet for more than a second . they can’t . we are wearing far too many layers now. . — swimming in deep water. . © Liezel Graham 2020. . Photograph by Stefano Zocca. . . . #liezelgraham #liezelgrahampoetry #indiepoet #indiepoetry #words #wordsmith #poetryporn #spilledink #spilledwords #spilledthoughts #words #wordsmith #brave #courage #livemorebravely #relationships #vulnerability #beautyintheordinary #woman #amwriting #poetsofinstagram #poetry #hidingfromeachother #hidingfromlife

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