Stephanie Klein's Greek Tragedy

middle of the night love

I’ll never get it out, all the feelings I have. I’ll never get them to you in a way you understand I’ll never know how to say it in a way that won’t make you grieve Because the second…

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on the horizon

It wasn't all that long ago. I stayed awake with anxiety, a hot laptop leaving red wormy marks on my stomach. I only noticed them when I got up to pee. I was in too much pain to feel…

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but almost barely

  I love this. These Ray Lamontagne moments, where you’re just sitting at a bar with a glass of Rioja, listening to the soulful voice, the one that sings about flowers falling from hair, about how he’s been to…

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a tribute to hal sirowitz

Never bleach your teeth the night before a dinner party, Mother said, because you won't get a good nights sleep. You'll be afraid of swallowing too much bleach, so you'll drool on your pillows, and in…

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these days

These days, though mostly the nights, have become a blur.  I hear the wails in my sleep, stirring beneath a tent of comfort, hoping they'll quiet.  I read them poetry after they eat, trying to avoid the whole eat/sleep cycle…

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how to outcold those warmest to us

If I were in New York with you, it would be snowing. My nose would be running, and I’d wipe it on my sleeve, and you’d see me do it, and I’d shrug.  Snow makes moments seem softer and…

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in praise of galatea

Yeah, so the fcuk what.  I'm an Avril Lavigne song.  There.  I said it. I can't not be what I am, either. If you trying to turn me, into someone else It's easy to see, I'm not down with…

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s/he

He knows he can have me.  It’s something he won’t forget, like his own birthday.  He knows I’d leave you if he asked.  If he stepped up, said, “ready.”  If only he’d say so.  Save you…

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cab windows

I’d felt that, against a cab window, so many times before you, in that thick heavy silence where you’re wondering what’s next.  Your movements are no longer casual; everything feels heavier.  I’m tired of my re-run nights of mistakes, of…

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let’s not ruin this with words

I saw it written on a tee-shirt.  I ought to have bought it and worn it. I don't want to know if your song is about me-- or if it's something that I did yesterday. I don't…

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