But one day your shit will be unbelievably together
One day you’ll care a whole lot you’ll always take vitamins
And exercise without bragging and words will fit perfectly
Into your mouth like an olive soaked in gin Morgan Parker, “Please Wait (Or, There Are More Beautiful Things Than Beyoncé),” published in Prelude (via bostonpoetryslam)

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Then I think of you in bed,
your tongue half chocolate, half ocean,
of the houses that you swing into,
of the steel wool hair on your head,
of your persistent hands and then
how we gnaw at the barrier because we are two. Anne Sexton, from “Eighteen Days Without You” (via oofpoetry)

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