your imagery is terribly awfully lovely and the final bit about love is absolutely breathtaking, oof, wow, um i don't really know how to express how much i love this piece

i love it. nice job.

ive read a lot of the pieces you have up and your writing is breathtaking. your writing and style you have is captivating and your words flow so smooth

xo

This is just... terribly perfect. There are several specific lines that I love: "The way nine and one and one never seem to add up to enough" probably has to be my favourite, though your description of a magazine as the monster "nested between diet tricks and broken relationships" was pure genius. I almost cried at the ending. And I don't cry anymore. Complete and utter, terrible, brilliance.

You have a lot in here, and you hammer it: image x image x image. And they are so potent, it's almost painful (in a good way). You can actually take any of the images and expand on them in their own poems. I know they all add up to the great whole, and I also know you want me to mention how neat the 911 stanza is. It is wartime, and there is this constant battle inside - not "where do I fit in," but "how does everything else fit around me," because that sense of self is integral in living these scenes, and the urgency of painting them.

I can step back, and go to any of these stanzas on their own, and they wholly exist.