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    Every Tenth Lover: The Dangers of Dating a Poet
    Every Tenth Lover: The Dangers of Dating a Poet
    Every Tenth Lover: The Dangers of Dating a Poet
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    Every Tenth Lover: The Dangers of Dating a Poet

    By Carrie Moran

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    A memoir of ten relationships, told from falling in love through falling apart, in poetry form. Readers will learn why it's best to ask someone if they're a poet on a first date, to avoid their fate.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCarrie Moran
    Release dateOct 16, 2019
    ISBN9781393165248
    Every Tenth Lover: The Dangers of Dating a Poet
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    Carrie Moran

    Carrie Moran is a queer, feminist & human rights activist, and spends as much time outdoors as possible. She’s a native of Upstate NY, but her heart is scattered everywhere. She's currently a Freelance Creative Consultant, Photographer and Writer. Find more on her website (http://carriemoran.com) and Instagram (@sillycarrs).

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      Every Tenth Lover - Carrie Moran

      Sometimes starting

      is like jumping off a cliff,

      in the dark,

      hoping,

      hoping there is water

      close enough to

      stop your bones from smashing.

      #1

      We moved so many times

      her look

      up from the well worn winding sidewalk

      caught me

      and still has not

      let me forget her

      one bedroom

      ours

      how can

      so much love

      fit in any space it's given

      being obese

      in a world designed for endless beach days

      hurts less in hindsight

      now I'm tan

      two blizzards

      trapped

      we lost the dog in the mountainous snow

      I could always find your warm hand

      wrong place

      full of dangerous looks lobbied across open spaces

      we thought it was them

      removing the mirrors from the wall

      a fresh start

      like oranges

      spraying mist on the cracked parts of hands

      it stings

      until we can’t find the sweetness anymore

      you've never been

      to Bumby

      but it looks like the house we dreamed

      except more empty

      To arrive is a calamity

      A darkening forest chases

      Her steps with flowers,

      Beauty always just behind

      A pane of frosted glass.

      Like her heart knows the

      First real time was the last,

      And has no need to hold

      Anything anymore.

      Shaking

      It's too easy

      to flip from calm

      to smoldering

      my bones

      call out with

      fiery tongues

      hands lust

      for a punch

      throb for

      shattering

      release

      i split seconds

      until regret

      catches

      her old patterns

      triggering guilt

      even when

      anger is

      bottled

      & shelved

      no one shook

      those bottles

      like you

      Obsolescent

      adj. gradually disappearing or imperfectly developed

      all we have left is rewind,

      taking something fully

      developed off the line,

      into an acid bath,

      sucked back on film,

      reeled to antiquity

      with tiny little clicks;

      a disposable heart,

      put back on her shelf.

      Cosmic

      You weren't supposed

      To stop loving me,

      But when you did

      The Earth kept spinning.

      Each day the sun rose softly,

      Fell through night shades,

      Made way for the moon

      With her army of stars

      Yielding to sunrise;

      I belong to the skies.

      #2

      Your body, speaking

      Your body speaks

      Like lightning bolts

      Striking dry earth,

      Devastating illumination

      Against darkening night.

      Your voice shivers my spine,

      Sweetens my stomach,

      Sings a siren song;

      Your hands catch me,

      Drag me deeper;

      Your mouth moves

      My hips in a sway,

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