Short Circuiting- Ms. Georgia Park

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What if i recklessly wrote three or four poems a day
and sent them into the void of cyberspace
where anyone from my little brother to my exes could read them
until i was picked clean like the carcass
of the rotisserie chicken my aunt sent me home with last weekend
and what if i then found spiderwebs in my pantry
and boiled a bone broth with it – would i be all
water with shiny oil spills fed to the masses
at the homeless shelter i almost wound up at

or should i instead demand a little privacy
when the car of my body stops short and my brain
reels back and jolts violently against my skull
until i am irrevocably damaged? should i put on display
for the purpose of a science i dont understand
the spots where i am worn thin and short circuiting

or should i grow out my hair to it’s natural color
and pile it on top of my head, donned in sweatpants
do yoga, think about the best exercises for an aging woman
go to therapy, read thick novels, think of children
and bake my very first contribution to Thanksgiving?
Just a pumpkin pie, nothing fancy. Could i possibly
forget what happened to me (was it me, really, even back then?)
or at least stop talking about it and just go quiet
could i pass for a brain that’s not short circuiting?

Georgia writes for Sudden Denouement, Private Bad Thoughts, and is the creator of Whisper and the Roar: A Feminist Literary Collective.

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Fear, Partitions and Damage-Aakriti Kuntal/Whisper and the Roar

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Morning flicks her tongue around the curtain,
coffee with violets grazing
My arms, a sheath,
body velvet swimming around me, defenseless blanket

I am thrumming
as the mornings encroach my left bosom,
my dissected body shaking, blatant in its denial to sense reason

Cold and latent, ice blue, amphibian green,
icicles
f
a
l
L
from my mouth,
chunk after chunk,
my tongue strung to a second hemisphere
a constant too frigid to be forfeited now

I fold my arms, tape them to themselves,
To seize the bleed
from encircling all this fading life
This material wound
from (un)purchased dreams

I wear speech
in circles and patches, behind finicky windows
filming lavender saplings,
as my thighs grow transparent under
scattered blows of ashamed suns,
I wander in the echo of my footsteps,
and curl,
under the agony of diffused love

Fear stands,
almost fearless now
No different from the odor…

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Among Poets Tonight by David Somerset/Whisper and the Roar

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The world has leaned heavy on some of us
It has broken us and then
scorned our brokenness as weakness
ridiculed our sensitivity as defects

The world cares little for us
and even less for what we have to say
it has delighted in crushing our creative hearts
But you are among poets tonight

Our small voices cry out
from a wilderness of pain and despair
lost in forests so deep that they hide the light
and so wide as to leave us, all alone

But you are among poets tonight
who have felt that pain
lived in that darkness, and have been alone
and you will be heard

Many of us come from families that never knew us
did not know what to do with us
we were aliens to their dysfunction
and strangers among them

But you are among poets tonight
here and now, nothing is out of…

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Don’t Over Text Me-Georgia Park

“I’m commitment phobic and I actually like you. I want to text you all the time and eat you out for hours and cook you dinner.”

“Please do not over text me, I’m too busy.”

“I’m gonna do it right now.”

“That’s silly. I’m standing right here, and I refuse to respond.”

My phone vibrates, and I don’t touch it. He smiles at me. It’s very awkward. I have a giggle inside me that I’m hiding, for good reasons.

I look at him sternly, exhausted.

[Georgia Park is creator of Private Bad Thoughts, curator of Whisper and the Roar a feminist literary collective, and a writer for Sudden Denouement. She is a wonderful poet with an enormous heart. We can’t imagine this journey without her. Please check out more of her wonderful work.]