Tag Archives: Stephen Bett

Lift Off 16: textbook

I accept (in this “book of acceptance”) I accept what the doctors tell me— You, love, are mentally ill & our time so abruptly done I accept, what else can I say? Except that I still hurt some days What … Continue reading

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Lift Off 13: grow a new one

The only thing that can kill a poet’s heart is a woman with an astonishing soul turned off She’ll break it in so many pieces he’ll never find it, flung far & away Grow a new one he’ll need to … Continue reading

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Lift Off 10: bite-size

(after Olson) Was it gurry or offal? A bird at sea, surely Gulls all over the edges of my childhood Never expected to be one The scraps she throws me the innards of a bruised woman A Borderliner doesn’t have … Continue reading

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