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I am making borscht please do not laugh at me I seem to have ruined my
soul the quality of television programming grows stronger all the time soon we
will live in the ocean we will all return to the ocean my hands are bright
pink like I have been applauding you for hours my love for you is louder than I
know I saw a show last night there were four thousand brides left in Iceland I
was laughing but it was not funny the brides looked embarrassed and cold I
must not wash anywhere but a tide pool I must use starfish to scrub at my
hands I am writing this to say I am not leaving you forever I am going to get
better and then I’ll come home
Heather Christle is the author of four poetry collections: Heliopause and What Is Amazing, both published by Wesleyan University Press, and The Trees The Trees and The Difficult Farm, both published by Octopus Books. Her poems have appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, The Believer, and elsewhere, and she is currently writing a non-fiction book about crying. She lives in a small Ohio village, which she sometimes leaves to teach.
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