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I wonder if Vincent Van Gogh kissed every iris he painted
or if he mistook the mouth of his brush for love. How much pain he must have been in. The anxious letters he wrote to his brother, begging. To have such vivid, swirling dreams It must have hurt to so desperately to grab out and ask the night sky what it meant.
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Adrienne NovyAdrienne Novy is a poet and teaching artist from the Chicago suburbs studying Creative Writing and Education in Saint Paul, MN. Her work can be found in FreezeRay Poetry, Voicemail Poems, and on Button Poetry. She loves dogs, a good blended chai, and would like to own a bulldog named Lovebug one day. She is a strong believer in that it’s possible to be both cute and powerful at the same time. |
