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there's a theory
that says you don't exist
unless someone calls
and you respond
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Sam Sax
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you either love the world or you live in it
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Sam Sax (Madness)
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i only want the world
to end when i'm done
with it
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Sam Sax (bury it (Wesleyan Poetry Series))
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what does it mean to be descendant
of something monstrous?
to still love the monster?
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Sam Sax (Madness (Penguin Poets))
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my hands love to make war of love.
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Sam Sax (A Guide to Undressing Your Monsters)
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love at first sight
is only possible
if the government
hasn't first
taken your eyes
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Sam Sax (Madness (Penguin Poets))
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there must be something else worth praising besides pleasure & destruction
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Sam Sax (Madness)
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i carry much nostalgia for the times i donβt remember
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Sam Sax (Madness)
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you have to wonder how a boy or the shape of a boy wound up here in this unstable field.
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Sam Sax (bury it (Wesleyan Poetry Series))
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i know everyone i love whoβs dead didnβt actually become the poem i wrote about them.
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Sam Sax (bury it (Wesleyan Poetry Series))
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iβd lash myself to any new mast
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Sam Sax (bury it (Wesleyan Poetry Series))
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anything can be a drug if you love it.
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Sam Sax (Madness (Penguin Poets))
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& he watches each muscle
volt into place. the surgeon
became the surgeon after
years of opening
books & making sense
of their contents
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Sam Sax (Madness (Penguin Poets))
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BESTIARY "
charybdis:
when i suck in / i make deadly / whirlpools / ask anyone
whoβs managed / to climb out / alive
dragon:
patrol or pillage / he exhales and a whole village / burns / iron scaled
sentry / guardian of the ivory / tower i wrap my legs around / everyone
thinks / heβs a brute / but for me / he lifts his breast plate / for me
he welcome the quiver / and the arrowβs teeth.
golem:
take his hair in your hands / his dead / skin cells / his discarded
undergarments / take them / and make of them a new boy
this effigy / his likeness and nothing / like him / breathe life
into its clenched carapace // my god / i think i saw it / move
medusa:
when i saw / my face / reflected in terror / in his eyes / i turned
to stone / or a pillar of salt watching my village burn / he was the village
burning / maybe thatβs a different story / maybe in the end
only the snakes wept
siren:
he cries / and i / lashed to the mast of a ship / steer my body
toward the sound / sheets bound around wrists and ankles
tears make grief / a lighthouse you wear / when i hear him
a huge wood wheel turns in my stomach / and i break / open
on / his jagged coast
werewolf:
there are many words for transformation / metamorphosis
metaphor / medication / go to sleep / beside the man you love
wake up next to a dog / maybe the moon brought it out of him
hound hungry for blood / maybe its your fault / or maybe
it was there inside him / howling all along
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Sam Sax
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can you believe thereβs freedom in being so out of control
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Sam Sax (Madness)
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of course i know iβm going to die. until then iβm attempting only to stave off the flies. iβm trading whatβs left of my youth for a glass tube to cast a quiet spell inside.
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Sam Sax (Madness)
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his laugh a memory so liquid iβll hear it when anyone opens a window to scare the birds
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Sam Sax (Madness)
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if you look close at the process of fermentation youβll see tiny animals destroying the living body until itβs transformed into something more volatile
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Sam Sax (Madness)
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All I want to be is a minor augury, the oracle at Delphi huffing fumes off the bituminous limestone. All I want to do is leave a little more room for what food people are left to do their feral blooming.
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Sam Sax (Yr Dead)
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[The lord, with their seven heads,] deemed, in their infinite wisdom and cruelty, that we must be punished for our gluttony, this invented sin, and a flipped a great switch that requires us to take the world inside us in order to survive it, and so it was, and so it has ever since been.
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Sam Sax (Yr Dead)
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Anywhere can be a home, so long as it feeds you.
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Sam Sax (Yr Dead)
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God, please notice me. Only, dear god, please not too closely.
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Sam Sax (Yr Dead)
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Maybe what it means to belong to a city is that, if it could flee β the city, I mean β you might be one of the things it would grab in the night to carry with it so it could remember its name.
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Sam Sax (Yr Dead)
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I'm a writer, the writer replied, I can't speak back to you what was as if it is, but rather can only record it for you once it is gone, to offer an isness that isn't anymore, do you understand?
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Sam Sax (Yr Dead)
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I Think Iβm In Love β Kat Dahlia That Part β Lauren Spencer Smith Always Been You β Jessie Murph Say You Wonβt Let Go β James Arthur Just The Way You Are β Bruno Mars Rewrite The Stars β Maddi Jane Night Drive β Henry Lose You To Love Me β Selena Gomez Happier β Marshmellow, Bastille Drivers License β Olivia Rodrigo When We Were Young - Adele Hate U Love U β Olivia OβBrien If The World Was Ending β JP Saxe, Julia All Too Well (10 min) Taylor Swift Say Something β A Great Big World, Christina Aguilera You Broke Me First β Tate McRae Demons β Boyce Avenue, Jennel Garcia Figure You Out β Voila Boyfriend β Dove Cameron Too Good At Goodbyes β Sam Smith Mercy β Sawn Mendes Perfect β Ed Sheeran Can I Be Him β James Arthur Thinking Out Loud β Ed Sheeran
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Jessa Wilder (Rules of the Game (Rule Breaker, #2))
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I love anything that breaks suffering down into a clean taxonomy you might look to when lost and nod your head in the performance of understanding.
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Sam Sax (Yr Dead)
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please tell me how am i supposed to go on knowing you are [β]
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Sam Sax (bury it (Wesleyan Poetry Series))