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A review by mustardseed
Love is an Empty Barstool by Pooja Nansi
4.0
"My lips are not cement and they cannot seal these wounds but I am here, palms held open and I / love you."
These poems are rather straightforward, but in a particularly distinct way. In many ways they feel like songs, dancing declarations. Love characterised in these poems is not so much melancholia, but rather, well, an empty barstool.
Books like this make me wish I'm in love, but also glad I'm not. I realised that I really do love love.
"I am beautiful because I am not capable of leaving anyone. / I am beautiful because I have become capable of letting people leave me. […] I am beautiful because I know someone else is never the solution to you. / I am beautiful for my yesterdays and my tomorrow's but mostly for this very second." — I Am Beautiful
These poems are rather straightforward, but in a particularly distinct way. In many ways they feel like songs, dancing declarations. Love characterised in these poems is not so much melancholia, but rather, well, an empty barstool.
Books like this make me wish I'm in love, but also glad I'm not. I realised that I really do love love.
"I am beautiful because I am not capable of leaving anyone. / I am beautiful because I have become capable of letting people leave me. […] I am beautiful because I know someone else is never the solution to you. / I am beautiful for my yesterdays and my tomorrow's but mostly for this very second." — I Am Beautiful