Corral — “Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome” and “Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome II” from Slow Lightning. Also “To the Angelbeast.”

Bidart — “Self-Portrait, 1969” and “The War of Vaslav Nijinsky” from In the Western Night. The Nijinsky poem is long but the self-accusatory voice is most concentrated there.

Natalie Diaz — “The First Water is the Body” from Postcolonial Love Poem. Widely anthologised, likely accessible online legally via Poetry Foundation or the Academy of American Poets.

Sharon Olds — “The One Girl at the Boys Party” and “Sex Without Love.” Both are on Poetry Foundation.

Ada Limón — “The Vulture & the Body” and “Dead Stars.” Also on Poetry Foundation.

Sharon Olds — “The One Girl at the Boys Party” and “I Go Back to May 1937.” Also the whole collection The Dead and the Living. She returns to this mode constantly.

Anne Sexton — “For My Lover, Returning to His Wife” and “The Truth the Dead Know.” Rawer, less controlled than Olds, but the same willingness to be unflattering about desire.

Sylvia Plath — “Lady Lazarus.” The body as spectacle, being watched and judged. Close to your poem’s dynamic.

Louise GlückThe Wild Iris and Averno. Cooler than Olds, more mythologised, but the same forensic quality. “Vespers” particularly.

Carol Ann Duffy — “Warming Her Pearls” and the collection Mean Time. Desire as longing and lack, very compressed.

Deborah LandauThe Uses of the Body. This one is probably the closest overall to what you’re writing — it’s explicitly about the aging female body, desire, mortality, the whole complex you’re working in. Worth tracking down.

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,

TS Eliott

https://maggieappleton.com/garden-history

after Eduardo C. Corral

What did you do with hunger?
Did you turn it into fear? 

What do you weigh today?
And why.

Why can’t you sleep at night?
What are you jumpy about?
We’ve talked about this.

Are you wanted? For how long?
How long have we got? 

When were you going to tell me?
Tell me where it hurts. Please. 

What did you do with desire?
Did you turn it into hunger?

____

Karen Huang writes about the inconvenience of living in a body.

https://howiwrite.substack.com/p/ocean-vuong-the-art-of-writing

Spent most of yesterday trawling OPEN LETTERS TO PEOPLE OR ENTITIES WHO ARE UNLIKELY TO RESPOND.

Looking for short ones.
Toothbrush

Funny ones
Catcall shamers
Karaoke
To sleep

I know we’ve had some ups and downs over the years, and I accept responsibility for my part in it. I didn’t “get” you at first. I was cranky, a brat. I cried a lot, threw tantrums, refused to go to bed. I didn’t know how important you were. In my defense, I was also teething.
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I have given in to all your demands: I no longer consume caffeine. I bought a fancy new memory foam mattress (the one advertised on NPR). I take melatonin (and valerian root, glycine, ginkgo biloba, L-theanine, kava, and tart cherry juice). I grow lavender and make DIY lavender oil to spritz on my face. I sneak into my neighbor’s apartment to take a relaxing bath since I only have a shower.

I downloaded all the meditation apps and rotate through them nightly while doing breathing exercises and counting backward. I eliminated blue light from all my screens. I even banished the color blue from my life, except for the sky, but I try not to look up much.

I know routine is important to you. I go to bed at the same time every night, even if I have company. I tell them to enjoy themselves, there’s vodka in the freezer, and I go to bed because that’s what we agreed on.
I rub magnesium oil on the soles of my feet and leave a slimy trail on my way to the bathroom. I keep my bedroom cool. So cool that my dog has to wear her coat to sleep in it. And dark. So dark that I step on my dog every time I get up.

I use a blanket that’s weighted, very weighted. To get up, I have to shimmy my way out sideways and roll onto the floor. I do all of this for you and I wait. And wait. But you don’t show up. And when you do, you’re always late and you never stay. Is there an emergency slumber party somewhere? Is it someone else?

Looking to notice when exactly the joke lands.
Improv: This one has good escalation.

Not an open letter:
Egg Mayo Sandwich
Em dash
Times New Roman
En dash
Utilize: Punchline really lands.
NYT paywall

karen does nothing

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