“I like to call things as they are. Before, the only thing I was interested in was love, how it grips you, how it terrifies you, how it annihilates and resuscitates you. I didn‘t know then that it wasn‘t even love that I was interested in, but my own suffering. I thought suffering kept things interesting. How funny that I called it love and the whole time it was pain.“
—from “Calling Things What They Are“
This is today's poem from my poetry advent calendar—paired with a mug of vanilla chai from my tea advent calendar. 2w