National Poetry Month – stuckandmericle.com

Day 30: Seven Letters to My Tears by Rachel Stuck

I find everything I need in the pretty ways humans say things.

A Probably Wrong and Definitely Too Brief Analysis

It encompasses the intensely private sense of identity as well as the immensity of cultural assimilation and genocide.

Like Plath, I’ve made some terrible relationship decisions (though none so bad as marrying Ted Hughes).

Part of what’s appealing to me about this poem is probably plain old narcissism.

He, aware of my circumstances, smiled in that way, in that specific way that says “This is a smile that meets your sadness.”

I can’t believe how well this poem addresses the themes in our novel.

There I was, hurdling through Austin suburbs, dropping my book like a freak.

It is a brutal and necessary read.

This is not a happy poem, and I’m truly sorry for what you are about to go through.