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the sexiest December poem 🥵 by Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz

poem, in image + alt-text 

“It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready.” 💙

& a happy Fleabag Season 2 Rewatch to all who celebrate

at the risk of coming in too early (in my time on this platform) w/ self-promotion, if you order any of my books through my shop by Nov 30, I'll sign & personally inscribe them! (Orders will ship 1st week of December.) Personalized books can only be shipped to U.S. addresses but the shop is also full of other non-book poem-related objects that ship internationally! We’re a tiny 2-person shop, so we appreciate your support! shopsarahkay.com/product-categ

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One of my favorite poems of all time, by Layli Long Soldier. Published in the beautiful collection, “New Poets of Native Nations.”
“to understand / to find / to unbraid / to accept / to question /
the grief / the grief / the grief / the grief /“
graywolfpress.org/books/new-po

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Revisiting this poem by Cameron Awkward-Rich from his book Dispatch:
“There's a dream I have in which I / love the world. I run from end to like fingers / through her hair. There are no borders, only wind. / Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the / institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand / on my stupid heart.” cawkwardrich.com/books

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First attempt at sharing a poem here. Published in the Adroit Journal earlier this year. 💌 theadroitjournal.org/issue-for

hello! Here is an ! I can’t remember ever using a hashtag in my life so please excuse this potentially rickety first (& maybe only) attempt. 🙈 I am a & frequent of said & occasional of non-poetry. Some of my main joys include: poems & wordplay & live performance & creative collaborations & immense effort for a small audience. I also run an org called Project VOICE w fellow-poet Phil Kaye that’s dedicated to bringing poetry into education spaces.

Toots from the intersection of art and technology.