Hanif Abdurraqib

  • shanje citiralaпрошле године
    so the poem begins

    with old grief again at my neck.
  • shanje citiralaпрошле године
    A person only gets to be called a widow once,

    and then they are simply lonely. The bluest period.
  • shanje citiralaпрошле године
    If your hate could be turned into electricity, it would light up the whole world.
  • shanje citiralaпрошле године
    i tell my boys there is a reason songs from the ’90s are having a revival & it’s because the heart & tongue are the muscles with the most irresistible histories & i’m kind of buzzed
  • shanje citiralaпрошле године
    it is a blessing to know someone wants a funeral for you.
  • shanje citiralaпрошле године
    probably when there is a song you can’t remember them living inside of anymore
  • shanje citiralaпрошле године
    I suppose we all become what we resemble most
  • shanje citiralaпрошле године
    I, too, dress for the hell I want & not the hell that is most likely coming
  • shanje citiralaпрошле године
    everybody wanna make soul but don’t nobody wanna chew a hole through the night small enough for a bullet to pass through & pull each of their lovers into it.
  • shanje citiralaпрошле године
    she will carry you in her teeth to the river & hold you down until you become either holy or dead.
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