{"id":3844,"date":"2022-05-12T09:28:21","date_gmt":"2022-05-12T13:28:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=3844"},"modified":"2022-05-12T09:28:22","modified_gmt":"2022-05-12T13:28:22","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-179","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2022\/05\/12\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-179\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #179"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Traci Brimhall is an American poet who teaches creative writing at Kansas State University. She has published several poetry collections and her work has appeared in such publications as The New Yorker <\/em>and New England Review. <\/em>She “often merges the everyday with surreal imagery to meditate on themes of sacrifice and transformation.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I love you like ladybugs love windowsills, love you\nlike sperm whales love squid. There's no depth\nI wouldn't follow you through. I love you like\nthe pawns in chess love aristocratic horses.\nI'll throw myself in front of a bishop or a queen\nfor you. Even a sentient castle. My love is crazy\nlike that. I like that sweet little hothouse mouth\nyou have. I like to kiss you with tongue, with gusto,\nwith socks still on. I love you like a vulture loves\nthe careless deer at the roadside. I want to get\nall up in you. I love you like Isis loved Osiris,\nbut her devotion came up a few inches short.\nI'd train my breath and learn to read sonar until \nI retrieved every lost blood vessel of you. I swear\nthis love is ungodly, not an ounce of suffering in it.\nLike salmon and its upstream itch, I'll dodge grizzlies\nfor you. Like hawks and skyscraper rooftops,\nI'll keep coming back. Maddened. A little hopeless.\nEmbarrassingly in love. And that's why I'm on\nthe couch kissing pictures on my phone instead of\ncalling you in from the kitchen where you are\nundoubtedly making dinner too spicy, but when\nyou hold the spoon to my lips and ask if it's ready\nI'll say it is, always, but never, there is never enough.\n\nLove Poem Without a Drop of Hyberbole In It. \nTraci Brimhall<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Traci Brimhall is an American poet who teaches creative writing at Kansas State University. She has published several poetry collections and her work has appeared in such publications as The New Yorker and New England Review. She “often merges the everyday with surreal imagery to meditate on themes of sacrifice and transformation.” I love you like ladybugs love windowsills, love you like sperm whales love squid. There’s no depth I wouldn’t follow you through. I love you like the pawns in chess love aristocratic horses. I’ll throw myself in front of a bishop or a queen for you. Even a sentient castle. My love is crazy like that. I like that sweet little hothouse mouth you have. I like to kiss you with tongue, with gusto, with socks still on. I love you like a vulture loves the careless deer at the roadside. I want to get all up in you. I love you like Isis loved Osiris, but her devotion came up a few inches short. I’d train my breath and learn to read sonar until I retrieved every lost blood vessel of you. I swear this love is ungodly, not an ounce of suffering in it. Like salmon and its upstream itch, I’ll dodge grizzlies for you. Like hawks and skyscraper rooftops, I’ll keep coming back. Maddened. A little hopeless. Embarrassingly in love. And that’s why I’m on the couch kissing pictures on my phone instead of calling you in from the kitchen where you are undoubtedly making dinner too spicy, but when you hold the spoon to my lips and ask if it’s ready I’ll say it is, always, but never, there is never enough. Love Poem Without a Drop of Hyberbole In It. Traci Brimhall<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3845,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3844","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3844","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3844"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3844\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3847,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3844\/revisions\/3847"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3845"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3844"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3844"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3844"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}