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So today was a teeth-grinding, head-meet-desk-repeat day, and I saw the "your favourite poem" writer's block suggestion periodically throughout the day when I sneaked on rather than kill coworkers during my lunch break. Even though the suggestion has been replaced, I offer poems.
God says yes to me, by Kaylin Haught
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don't paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes
I first found this poem through![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vegetariansushi, and I love it to bits. This God reminds me a lot of Neil Gaiman's Death. This is a God I feel okay about capitalising.
That said, I can't find anything on the internet about Kaylin Haught at all, except for this one poem. I drives me quietly crazy.
A song more than a poem, and it really should be experienced spoken aloud, but I'm including it anyway. A snapshot of time before what I'm assuming was an abortion she had.
Tiptoe, by Ani DiFranco
tiptoeing through the used condoms
strewn on the piers
off the west side highway
sunset behind the skyline of jersey
walking towards the water
with a fetus holding court in my gut
my body highjacked
my tits swollen
I'm sore
the river has more colors at sunset than my sock drawer ever dreamed of
I could wake up screaming sometimes
but I don't
I could step off the end of this pier
but I've got shit to do
and I've an appointment on tuesday
to shed uninvited blood and tissue
I'll miss you I say to the river
to the water
to the son or
daughter I thought better of
I could fall in love with jersey at sunset
but I leave
the view
to the rats
and tiptoe back
It comes across as grimmer written down than it ever has for me listening to it, but either way it gives me goosebumps. I get this sense of comfort from her music, a lot of the time. This feeling of: "Things suck, but we're all in this together, and that makes it okay."
God says yes to me, by Kaylin Haught
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don't paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes
I first found this poem through
vegetariansushi, and I love it to bits. This God reminds me a lot of Neil Gaiman's Death. This is a God I feel okay about capitalising.That said, I can't find anything on the internet about Kaylin Haught at all, except for this one poem. I drives me quietly crazy.
A song more than a poem, and it really should be experienced spoken aloud, but I'm including it anyway. A snapshot of time before what I'm assuming was an abortion she had.
Tiptoe, by Ani DiFranco
tiptoeing through the used condoms
strewn on the piers
off the west side highway
sunset behind the skyline of jersey
walking towards the water
with a fetus holding court in my gut
my body highjacked
my tits swollen
I'm sore
the river has more colors at sunset than my sock drawer ever dreamed of
I could wake up screaming sometimes
but I don't
I could step off the end of this pier
but I've got shit to do
and I've an appointment on tuesday
to shed uninvited blood and tissue
I'll miss you I say to the river
to the water
to the son or
daughter I thought better of
I could fall in love with jersey at sunset
but I leave
the view
to the rats
and tiptoe back
It comes across as grimmer written down than it ever has for me listening to it, but either way it gives me goosebumps. I get this sense of comfort from her music, a lot of the time. This feeling of: "Things suck, but we're all in this together, and that makes it okay."