Some Lines I love From Brenda Shaughnessy’s amazing poetry book, Human Dark With
Sugar:
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If time were tellable, we wouldn’t keep asking.
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What kind of poetry is all question, anyway?
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Oh Materialists! Thinking matter matters.
If we dream of snow, of banks and blankets
to keep our treasure safe forever,
what world is made, that made us that we keep
making and making to preplace the dreaming at last
To stop the terrible dreaming.
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It’s easy to make more of myself by eating,
and sometimes easy’s the thing.
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I don’t need a cult of sleep to tell me to die
every night. I
don’t trust the world
not to come in and steal my stuff every
night. It’s
this “every night” business
I have issues with.
I can’t waste another
third of my life drooling, snuffling,
spilling secrets from my honking mouth.
I’m selling the bed.