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In their first poem for Knee Brace Press, Taylor Kovach writes about self-hatred and passive ideation.
You were a girl on Venus Held my hand through the hallway, then the exit of our School, then to the Venue with our dresses I said, “But I’m promised to a Man down on Earth,” Then I knew.
But like the sun, there is Something elevating About the depression Some perspective above.
Most people assume that if you only know one language, that language was easy to learn. English and I still battle.
It’s about mouth breathers, gum chewers, pen clickers, foot tappers
Years of tedious fighting with Pain I now tread the boundaries between
“Our love laid thick and bitter on my tongue/I choked it down as not to spit/I laughed so not to lunge.”