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Twoism
Twoism | Ali Blythe
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Part roving eye, part devotion, you wander hotel corridors, entering rooms not quite yours, trying on clothes, blankets, skins. Arguing with the body's limits and its trickery, you are always in disguise. Sometimes you're Leda; sometimes the swan. The rooms are haunted with gendered injuries of the past . . . but messengers arrive to guide you. In this stunning debut collection by Ali Blythe, every poem is unerringly built with hatches and escapes. Every line shimmers with life and shivers with fleeting materials. Someone or something is always leaving. The early poems, almost claustrophobic in their double vision, gradually give way to poems of aching beauty, erotically charged by the myth of completeness. Ultimately, whether you emerge or disappear, you are transformed.
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Sharpeipup
Twoism | Ali Blythe
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Thanks @RamsFan1963 for the tag!
1. Where the Red Fern Grows
2. 7 1/2 deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
@TheSpineView #two4tuesday

TheSpineView Thanks for playing! 🌞 4y
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Twoism | Ali Blythe
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#Novemberbythenumbers #2 November 2 is The Day of The Dead celebration. Prayer and remembrance of friends and family members who have died in the Hispanic community.

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There are some great blurbs on the back of this superb collection of #queer ?? #poetry:
"Exquisitely crafted, hauntingly wry" -Betsy Warland
"The emotional weather is unmistakably contemporary—the medicated ache, the raining cheer, the cool humour" -Ian Williams
"spare, perfect poems of love and plain want, of watching skies and old clocks, unbalancing the reader while righting the meaning of two." -Arleen Paré

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Lindy
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We were bottomless
weren't we. I tell myself

the same story over and over
to keep awake. The one

where night goes missing
between us. Remember how

you promised it wouldn't
come to this. The first

light good and punched
sleepless blue, our bashed lupine

skin and you, lying there, skinny
as a cattail, nude. Inured.

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Lindy
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A young Hermaphroditis
undressing in the pool.

I become heavenly.
Come heavily.

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Lindy
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... and a sentence I cut
from the National Post: "— they're Caesar and Rome all over again." I don't know
what that means but I have a feeling
I am about to, so I've kept it.