Blud, Rachel McKibbens
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Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld, Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot
eurydice, sarah ruhl // francis forever, mitski // hamlet, william shakespeare // the worm king's lullaby, richard siken // i swear somewhere this works, trista mateer // walking home, marie howe // amy & roger's epic detour, morgan matson // the epic of gilgamesh // from june to december - summer villanelle, wendy cope // eurydice, sarah ruhl
outhouse, rachel mckibbens // hamlet, william shakespeare // the great believers, rebecca makkai // a little life, hanya yanagihara // introduction to quantum theory, franny choi // concerning the book that is the body of the beloved, gregory orr // the song of achilles, madeline miller // i swear somewhere this works, trista mateer // les miserables, victor hugo // eurydice, sarah ruhl
the epic of gilgamesh // eurydice, sarah ruhl // in the name of love, katie maria // the great believers, rebecca makkai // i swear somewhere this works, trista mateer // the time traveller's wife, audrey niffenegger // hamlet, william shakespeare // on the death of summer and baptismal promises, w.r. // amy & roger's epic detour, morgan matson // road to hell (reprise), anaïs mitchell
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Blud - Rachel McKibbens // Sick - Jody Chan // Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light - Richard Siken
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You have my permission not to love me. I am a cathedral of dead bolts & I'd rather burn myself down than change the locks.
Rachel McKibbens, "letter from my brain to my heart," blud
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Rachel McKibbens
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— Rachel McKibbons, Blud (2017)
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yeah okay that’s fine 🫠
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Blud, Rachel McKibbens
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'maybe this will explain my taste in men' by Rachel McKibbens from Blud.
Transcript:
When Dad busted my face open
I got to stay home from
school, watched cartoons
all day like a goddamn king.
Dad called in sick,
icing his damaged fist
with frozen peas & meat.
Overheard him on
the phone with his boss:
Broke my hand yesterday
playing ball with the kids.
Can you believe it?
I caught a fastball, no glove.
My own damn fault.
I’ll get those blueprints
to you tomorrow morning,
first thing.
Poor Dad. When he hung up
he squeezed my shoulder
& winked. Just after lunch,
there was a knock on the door.
I peeped through the blinds
with my one good eye, saw
a blonde in a nurse’s uniform.
Dad opened the door & howled
as she sang him a high-pitched
song, bending at the waist
to show off her tits.
At the end of it, she handed him
a catcher’s mitt with a
get-well card.
The boys at the office
sure look after me!
he roared, shaking his
head in disbelief
then handed me
the remote so I,
too, could
know love.
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