I’m Living in the Poems I Can’t Yet Write
How does one translate life into poetry, especially in seasons of total depletion?
Breaking the Alabaster Jarprecedes
I’m so sick of myself! Why do we bother trying to do any of this? I’ll never be sick of you–I love you whatever way you’re feeling.
Debase yourself in order to be absolved.
Natasha Oladokun (she/her) is a poet and essayist. She holds fellowships from Cave Canem, the Virginia Center for Creative Arts, the Jackson Center for Creative Writing, Twelve Literary Arts, and the University of Wisconsin-Madison, where she was the inaugural First Wave Poetry fellow. Her work has appeared in the American Poetry Review, The Academy of American Poets, Harvard Review Online, and Kenyon Review Online. You can read her column The PettyCoat Chronicles—on pop culture and period dramas—at Catapult. She is Associate Poetry Editor at storySouth, and currently lives in Madison, WI.
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