Kelli Russell Agodon

and everyone wants to read the poem we__e afraid to write.

To suffer together is to suffer with beauty...

I wonder if I might be lonelierif I didn't have loneliness

I don__ believe we should carry backupplans in life__ suitcase__hey__e too easy to unpack like living a life in yoga pants, so comfortable our hips spreadinto new timezones...

For everyone who never smiled in school photos, for all who__e wandered city streetsnot knowing the where they were or feeling alone, I__e packed kindness.

Maybe I__ still the mermaid. Maybe the ocean is your hand.

To suffer together is to suffer with beauty,

Sometimes darknessis the beauty I am made of_

Like the kite that caught up to the sky,painted with clouds, I lost track of it, but it was connected by string, something I was holding, something I could always bring back.

in the corner of the painting of successthe signature is blurred

She pours sugar on her life and drinks the artist__ marrow in the bone of her glass and she lives.

Yes, it hurts to fall_ ache, tenderness__ut each scar is a sign your system is working.

As I go under, I wonder if there__ a reason for art?

We must live with our hearts in our hands - like Mary.We must hold the blood-red heart and no be disappointedwhen others look away.

Maybe if I could slip into Sylvia's mind, sort out the spices in her rack, alphabetize them and dust them off. Maybe then I'd understand how it's the little things that pull you under.

A friend comes over with a Ouija board.It spells out: Bourbon. Where__ the band?Just because you__e dead doesn__ mean you can__ have fun.

I can__ relate to your razzle-dazzle, your wish for voluptuous when my symphony is spanx.

I place solitude in a frame on my desk and call it, the one I love.