National Poetry Month Day 2. Let’s see how many days in a row I can do this before I run out of steam. After I posted “Your Life” by Andrea Gibson yesterday, I perused the online catalogue of the library and found one of their collections available — Take Me With You. This collection happened to be the one yesterday’s poem was in. I read it all this morning. I don’t even have words except to say that it’s been compared to Milk & Honey, and I think, in terms of accessibility, it blows Milk & Honey out of the water. For me. And it isn’t criticism of Rupi Kaur, mind you. I think because of Indiefeed, I was already a Gibson fan, so I’m biased. I think I also have more interest in the subject matter Gibson writes about.

Enough of yesterday. On to today’s poem.

This poem is the poem that turned me into an Indiefeed listener. I think it was one of the first poems I heard were one of my realities was reflected in such a real and raw way. I was younger then, struggling with self harm (this is your trigger warning), and in a very different place than I am now.

Nevertheless, on relisten, this poem still hits me right in the heart. Excuse the video quality and listen to what she’s got to say. This is “Werewolf” by Sierra de Mulder.