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I do not know how to be loved if it is soft and kind. I am not soft. I am not kind. I wake up in the middle of the night in a puddle of sweat, running from it all. If your love is fleeting, do not bore me with it. Do not torture me with maybe. Do not breeze by me on a winters day. Love me in your desperation. Obsessively and hopelessly. Love me fiercely, or do not love me at all.
— Hannah Green, ‘The liar, the widow and these empty four walls.’
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Franny Choi, from “Unlove Poem,” American Poetry Review, May 2022
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Sigmar Polke - Agate Windows in Grossmünster, Zurich, 2006
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Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “These Days”
[Text ID: “My body ages, / my anger burns into a seam. / I am so annoyed by love / and still it comes.”]
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