hands slumbered like doves
on eave then soared up swiftly
alarmed by plaudits
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2018
hands slumbered like doves
on eave then soared up swiftly
alarmed by plaudits
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2018
By Chalres Robert Lindholm
She Was My Angel
And Lived With Me, For Awhile
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Part of it is saying, “Hey, we aren’t slaves in Egypt anymore! We can take a day off.”
On the correlation between
gaining weight and losing value:
like knowing to throw salt behind your back for good luck,
throw that notion away with the same reverence of belief
that no one really believes that either.
There is no glory in eagerness to be extra small
there is no shame in size medium.
Your wardrobe should not be a museum
of all the smaller versions of you
that you can’t wear anymore.
This toxic idealism;
a carrot, dangling;
if I continue to remind these clothes hangers of the old me,
maybe I’ll fit back in, someday.
Like a butterfly, yearning
to crawl back into cocoon
you are neglecting progress.
You have shown yourself compassion
by not ascribing your worth to your weight.
Your beautiful three-pound brain
is far from average
and if it expands with knowledge,
empathy, humanity and dignity,
and if others weigh in on your gain
and…
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