November 1st Avenue

By April

November 1st Avenue is a collection of poetry about family, anger, religion, abuse. Every poem is a story and every photograph mirrors it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: April
• Release date: Apr 12, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224646067

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NOVEMBER 1ST AVENUE POETRY BY APRIL

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To my younger sister whose art is scattered all over this book To me

To you

The contents

November 1st Avenue

Women

My mother

Me-shaped grenades

Normality

Command me to be good

Toughen up, little girl

October

Mania

I always wait anxiously for trains

11 hearts

My body?

First time, is that okay?

Picnics on the moon

My theatrics

Gemini science

I know God loves me cause I write

Plastic roses on my grave

Fraud

Jokes and jokes, lame fucking jokes

A bump in the road

I write to the fire, mother

Thicker than water and thinner than blood

Therapy for the poor

All I’m saying

Money, boys and gowns

In it, in the car

Anxiety

Orange thirteen

At the bay

Mad

Hand me down

To carry the legacy

She’s here

Sleep walk

I want out, out of my mind

Your mother and mine

Summer, is that you?

Pancakes

I was afraid I would be another statistic

Rue me rue me rue me

Art and men

I need a mechanic

Emails

Mentor

Guns in my closet

When I’m done, I’m gone

Ad astra per aspra

I don’t want to live in Copenhagen

A Bentley in Algiers

Amsterdam

Forever a sponge

At last

Strange

Like a fish in a bowl

Sweet tears

Asymmetrical

A good sinner

Slow snow

Happy birthday, happy valentine’s day, happy Independence Day ...etc.

History

Wine or water

Freedom of the dead and the living and everything in between

Airports at 6 o’clock

My sun and my moon

Fate intertwined

Music to my ears

Four cold hands

November 1st Avenue

Lonely streets and haunted gas stations I walked down the avenue all alone And that’s when I knew

That the street lights are only bright when I look at them And my eyes only hurt when I think of you

Orange Green And red

Street lights to guide me through

Red like the lake you held my head under just because you wondered How it felt to be a God

Orange like the sunsets we watched through a livestream of your eternal smoke and self loathe

And green like my eyes as you joked about the black holes in the center And how wide they were for a regular girl

That is what you called me What you thought of me

But the birds at 6.06 told me otherwise They sang for me for hours!

Flapped their fucking wings around me to breathe better

They told me the wise pine tree remembered me from when I was only eleven Telling her ghostly leaves how bad I want to leave

Hug the greenery in my eyes

And break free of my father’s chains

You told me I was a regular Just like my father did

And how obedient and silent my mother was And for that, my old friend

I do not love you anymore

Women

Women They have minds

And they have souls, as well as just hearts

And they’ve got ambition and they’ve got talent

As well as just beauty

I’m so sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for I’m so sick of it

I’m so sick of marriage proposals and picnics

In hushed laughter

I’m so sick of it Women are loud and fierce Women are quiet and gentle

Women are stubborn and creative Women are romantic and humble

Women leave notes under your pillow once they’re done playing Playing games in a man’s world

Where they’re