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Persephone Made Me Do It
Persephone Made Me Do It
Persephone Made Me Do It
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"You want to talk about duality? You want to talk about love? Let us speak instead of chaos."

This poetic approach to self-care weaves together bits of mythology, tarot, poetry, and conversation to tell a new side of a very old story. Alternating between the perspectives of the poet and the goddess herself, Persephone's lore is explored, related to modern issues, and ultimately reclaimed.

In this new collection of art and feminist verse from Trista Mateer, Persephone might have flowers in her hair—but she is out for blood.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 12, 2023
ISBN9781771682923
Persephone Made Me Do It
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Trista Mateer

Trista Mateer is a poet from outside of Baltimore. Known for her eponymous blog, she is also the author of four full length collections of poetry, and won the Goodreads Choice Award in 2015 with The Dogs I Have Kissed. She is currently working as a freelance editor but still manages to spend most of her time Googling cheap air fare and writing poetry about things that don't matter anymore.

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    Persephone Made Me Do It - Trista Mateer

    INTRODUCTION

    My mother kisses

    my cheek and says

    I look just like her.

    Then she stands

    in front of the mirror

    and destroys herself.

    THE FEAR

    i am too much.

    i am too much.

    i am too much in all the ways

    a person can be too much.

    too big.

    too loud.

    too curious.

    too angry.

    wanting too much.

    needing too much.

    always being left.

    not good enough to keep.

    too much to love.

    too much to handle.

    i am too much.

    i am too much.

    and somehow

    i will still

    never be enough.

    As a child,

    I chased intangible things:

    wishes and fairies and stardust.

    When I grew up,

    I fabricated love out of

    phone calls and distance.

    I’ve never wanted what

    I could actually touch.

    LOVE FEELS

    OTHERWORLDLY NOW

    AFTER HOLDING IT AT

    SUCH A DISTANCE

    Year after year

    we grow further apart.

    You embrace me

    like you’re hugging

    a stranger.

    You miss the girl

    I used to be

    but you refuse to admit

    she is gone.

    THE URGE

    to dream of pomegranate and honey, to kiss the mirror with lipstick on, to stop and smell the roses, to take a punch, to knock some teeth out, to sneak into your mother’s room and try on her perfume, to run away from home, to be reborn, to be abandoned, to steal into God’s garden and strip the trees bare, to thirst for knowledge, to look for more, to want and want and want and want, to become something else, to cocoon, to transform, to miss a home you can never return to, to return anyway, to shower with the lights off, to be indelicate and deliberate, to kick, to scream, to bleed, to be,

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