The Main Event, by stacy-marie ishmael

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• 2024-05-26 Blues come dressed like introspective echoes of a journey.
• 2024-05-19 Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
• 2024-05-12 how most / poems to mothers must / begin
• 2024-05-05 can’t be known except / in the words of its making,
• 2024-04-28 Come and see the blood in the streets.
• 2024-04-14 the gods / who have changed the sky to fire
• 2024-04-07 You must wake up with sorrow.
• 2024-03-31 your name / is a gift
• 2024-03-24 Let them not say: they did nothing. / We did not-enough.
• 2024-03-17 my ghost is my plus-one tonight.
• 2024-03-10 folks think / they’re saying nothing / when they’re saying the most.
• 2024-03-03 Most mornings I would be more or less insane, /
• 2024-02-25 Slogging, wobbling, / wavering. Atilt / and out-of-sync
• 2024-02-18 Someday / we will learn how to live.
• 2024-02-11 the time shortens between where we are and where we are going
• 2024-02-04 But let’s get this straight. Let’s call a spade a— / Poor choice of words.
• 2024-01-28 It was summer all winter. / It was melting 
• 2024-01-21 I’ll bite / the feeding hand until I’m fed / and buried.
• 2024-01-14 They don’t appear to understand that . . . / If only they would make an effort
• 2024-01-07 fa / ll / s) /

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