forget me hit me let me drink great quantities of clear, evil... by Katie Schmid

Into his mouth and fallen asleep into my future. Of his voice as he lies On Graduation Night, My Best Friend and I Are in Separate Rooms, Pinned by Our DesireĬlap your hands for hairlessness, for being Forget Me Hit Me Let Me Drink Great Quantities of Clear, Evil Liquor. Until I realized it was a truth formed fromĪnd you know that old saw about fatherless girlsĪs the following PowerPoint outlines Loving an Addict The gulf between my body and yours will always In languor, as I tell you how I’m going to touch you It gave me borders, something to slump against in defeat, Music by Shadows on a River Video by David Henson Upload, livestream, and create your own videos, all in HD. From the book forget me/hit me/let me drink great quantities of clear, evil liquor.

Please give me all your money and let me hang out with your mom. Shadows on a River Poem: Nowhere by Katie Schmid. Refrain 1 Well buddy, Ive got a deal for you. What is love if not giving someone the power I know youre very impressed and you wish it was your song. This brilliant debut collection offers cohesive trauma narratives and essential counter-narratives to addiction stories, and it consistently complicates the stories told by the world about so-called fatherless girls and the bodies of women. But can the speaker voice her trauma and disjunction? Can anyone, or is suffering something that cannot be said, but only hinted at? Ultimately the book argues that the barest hour of suffering can be the source of immense creative power and energy, which is the speaker’s highest form of consolation.

The alternative universe the speaker builds in order to survive this complex loss and its aftermath sees her experimenting with her body to try to build connection, giving it away to careless and indifferent lovers as she dreams of consuming them in the search for a coherent self. A book of wild imagination and linguistic play, Nowhere begins by chronicling the pain that the speaker and her absent father endure during the years they are separated while he is in prison.

Forget me hit me let me drink great quantities of clear, evil... by Katie Schmid