Dialogues with Rising Tides. Kelli Russell Agodon

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      Dialogues with Rising Tides

      KELLI RUSSELL AGODON

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      This e-book edition was created through a special grant provided by the Paul G. Allen Family Foundation.

       For my mum, Gloria Russell-Baker,my light in every storm

      You have come to the shore.

      There are no instructions.

      Denise Levertov

      Contents

       Title Page

       Note to Reader

       CROSS RIP

       Hunger

       String Theory Relationships

       Magpies Recognize Themselves in the Mirror

       Braided Between the Broken

       Unsustainable

       I Don’t Own Anxiety, but I Borrow It Regularly

       Whiskey-Sour-of-the-Nipple Story

       BREAKSEA

       Everyone Is Acting as If We’re Not Temporary, and I Am Falling Apart in the Privacy of My Own Home

       When my therapist tells me my father’s trauma has been transferred to me, I think

       Waltz with Gatsby at 3 a.m.

       Lining Up the Bones

       Lightvessel

       Bravery

       SCARWEATHER

       At Times My Body Leans toward Loss

       How Damage Can Lead to Poetry

       At a Cocktail Party, I Am Given a Drink Called Life Is Fleeting and the Olive Is Short-Lived

       To Have and Have Not

       Hold Still

       The Ocean Is Overflowing

       One Day I’d Like to Live in a World without Alarm Clocks

       BLACK DEEP

       Hunter’s Moon

       After Discovering My Husband Bought a Handgun

       Wound Is a Form of Wind

       Wintercearig Waltz

       Hesitation Waltz

       When Someone Dies, the Sky Whispers Never Fall in Love

       Till Death Shatters the Fabulous Stars

       OVERFALLS

       Perhaps If We Understood Desire

       Love Waltz with Fireworks

       Modern Love with Absinthe

       To Help with Climate Change, We Buy Rechargeable Sex Toys

       The Sun Doesn’t Know It’s a Star

       Grace

       At the End, We Mistook Savor for Savior

       SHAMBLES

       Getting an IUD on the Day of 45’s Inauguration

       Facedown