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Can you believe that you, too, are someone’s altar? You are someone’s wildest dream.
Desireé Dallagiacomo – “My First Altar”
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On hating your father, on being just like him
1. elektra, sophocles (trad. anne carson) | 2. father, the front bottoms | 3. “taking it”, vievee francis | 4. seventeen going under, sam fender | 5. the family jewels, marina | 6. i’m glad my mom died, jennette mccurdy | 7. my father, venienes | 8. “origin story”, desiree dallagiacomo | 9. in the blood, john mayer | 10. origin unk
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-SINK, Desiree Dallagiacomo
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Desireé Dallagiacomo, ‘Origin Story’, Sink / Deborah Levy, Hot Milk
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And I think that’s what a father is / —a blade that never stops cutting.
Desireé Dallagiacomo, from “Origin Story,” Sink
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Check out Desireé Dallagiacomo’s book, SINK.
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Now Reading:
Desireé Dallagiacomo “Sink” (2019)
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/41766538-sink
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Some days I am so much more than a body,
And some days that's it, that's all.
Some days I cry while standing in front of the closet.
Some days I never look in a mirror.
Some days I do everything I can to be unseen.
But not everyday. But not today.
And I'll take that victory.
Desireé Dallagiacomo
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The Autumn I Found Out You Were Dead
I finally cleared out the attic. I threw away
the blanket you used to clean up my vomit
The first night I accidentally told you I hated you.
The new person in my bed whispers
about the fountains in Germany, but all I can think
of is your knees in Mississippi the fourth time
we fell for each other. I kiss him and he becomes
a hot air balloon filled with you.
He tastes like a dream I want to shake out of.
I stopped looking at plane tickets to the forest
we used to promise to name our children after.
All the trees have fallen. I still hear them echo
your laugh. The day Max buried you,
I put your teeth in a jar under the floorboards.
My mother never stopped asking why
I let them stay. There are things that left
When the train pulled away from the station.
and there are things that stayed, like an epitaph
of everything we couldn’t stomach to bury with the body.
Desiree Dallagiacomo
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Being this sad all the time is really hard. No one wants to develop my negatives in their darkroom...I will break my own heart clean in half before my lover even cracks it. I want him to know that he is made of glue, and love is a terrifying beast. I hate when people pretend that something is what it is not. When they pretend watching me implode is love. It's not love, it's a spectacle. I don't want to be a spectacle anymore.
Desiree Dallagiacomo
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“At what age do we ask children to imagine heaven, and who is there if not their missing fathers?”
Desiree Dallagiacomo, “Sink”
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