Andrea Gibson

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Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling likethey're falling in love with the ground

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That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out

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The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables.Said if I could get down thirteen turnips a dayI would be grounded, rooted.Said my head would not keep flying awayto where the darkness lives.The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight.Said for twenty dollars she’d tell me what to do.I handed her the twenty. She said, “Stop worrying, darling.You will find a good man soon

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But whateverHoweverWhenever this ends I want you to knowThat right nowI love you forever

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The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems.Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones