By Sammy Ginsberg
she is me is back, baby
a poet again
bubble-wrapped in beatific love
post-school Jack Kerouac of Disembodied Poetics daze
where human error creates warmth.
it’s okay to not like where you live
and share about it.
it’s okay to not be happy
all the time.
actually, that is poetry.
these human feelings
stifled, repressed, unconscious -
speak them into being
into healing.
we want to see your deranged poet
embrace flaws, give radical permission.
we are all worthy of love
right now
perfectly imperfect
as you are.
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