I came across this piece by Joy Sullivan, an instagram poet of sorts, that goes as follows:
I heard once that ovaries are the size of almonds. Sometimes, when I see a man cradling a child, my almonds quiver. I imagine someone small of my own. I want to show her what a prism does after it swallows light. I want to feed her pears.
Isn’t that lovely?

I think we went to a bakery in Dumbo, NY called Almondine on Eve’s birthday.

“Sonnet 130”, William Shakespeare

I’m entertained that this is the first time Shakespeare is appearing here explicitly. Anyhow, I realized that the beginning of this sonnet, My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun, is where a certain line in one of my very favorite poems comes from. See Jason Schneiderman’s “Elegy VIII (Missing You). Only mistress is now mother, here.

“Tender”, Sophie Klahr

A little meta-type poem with plenty of hurt. Tenderfoot is also a rank in the Boy Scouts, the very first actually after you become a scout. How hurt makes the body tender (from Ocean Vuong, and later “Definition Study”).

“Address”, James Fitzpatrick

All speech is failed music, and I don’t know how I feel about it, but I like the sentiment.

I came across an amateur-ish instagram poet poem called “One Word I Don’t Need”, which is busy, which I found funny because I’ve banished that word from my vocabulary as of late.

I also came across a post to the effect of Why read distopian fiction when you can just pay attention?, which reminds me of Vonnegut, and a line I wrote in a poem I feel very ambivalent toward over a year ago: “DO NOT LEAVE VALUABLES IN VEHICLE”.