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<email>vanevander@mayvaneday.org</email>
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<entry>
<title>YOU NEED TO KNOW</title>
<link href="https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/y/YOU-NEED-TO-KNOW.txt" />
<id>https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/y/YOU-NEED-TO-KNOW.txt</id>
<published>2022-06-01</published>
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<pre>
I wish it had been a bridal night
instead of a boring nosebleed,
standing over my great-grandma's sink
at three in the morning.
That it had been you taking my breath away
and not clots in my nostrils, down the drain
as if the rivers sent to confirm
I would not give birth
that cycle had gotten lost.
The shed blood and tears,
the countless years
spent in breathless wait
in order to be there
on that belated
celebrated
day.
You in a dress in my favorite hue
and mine you had yourself made.
To finally see the love I could not hide
within my body reflected in your eyes
without fear of a glamour or being a disguise.
You've been so patient with me all my life,
and it's a damn miracle that you still insist
on spending the rest of yours at my side.
But this is how it's supposed to go, right?
You're supposed to marry your best friend,
who knows you like they know themselves,
who will tolerate you at worst until the bitter end.
And I,
I must confide,
can think of no one else I'd
rather spend my life
with.
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<entry>
<title>Reynar</title>
<link href="https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/r/reynar.txt" />
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Lethe, I love you because
you only ever wanted
to set me free."
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</entry>
<entry>
<title>Cultivator</title>
<link href="https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/c/cultivator.txt" />
<id>https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/c/cultivator.txt</id>
<published>2022-05-20</published>
<summary type="html"><![CDATA[<article>
<pre>
We're coming up on the end of the Eschaton, you and I,
and for almost a year I've planned for next month to die.
But it's impossible to plan for every contingency.
What are we to do if May passes and I'm still living?
I've kept this faith secret in me, learned every way to hide
and still let through a sliver of this lightning kept inside.
There's so much love you've planted in this garden that's my body
that perhaps, if I stand still enough, others will see my wings.
In the birds that convened outside my window
gathered in a flock until they took flight,
in the blackened tree branches that scraped
against an ashen gray sky,
in the first blooms and blossoms
of my garden in birthing spring:
if it was good and beautiful, I saw you in everything.
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