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I write poems and stories. I read poems and stories. Are they really for you? Of course!
Everything I create is for me, for them
and for you.
xo, annie
anniewood.com

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i wrote this for you how to love the world

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I write poems and stories. I read poems and stories. Are they really for you? Of course!
Everything I create is for me, for them
and for you.
xo, annie
anniewood.com

anniewood.substack.com

    am i good enough yet? stò già abbastanza bene?

    am i good enough yet? stò già abbastanza bene?

    Maria on YouTube is speaking to me in Italian.
    she’s telling me how to pack a bag.
    (another challenge, another frustration, another joy, another test)
    Stò già abbastanza bene? am I good enough yet?
    in whispers soft, Maria spins her tale, Of journeys vast, where dreams set sail. With nimble hands, she crafts her flight's delight, Packing tales and treasures for the starry night. and i’m following along, not too shabby, ya know? for being self-taught and all. Maria’s about to blockboard a blunt, crisp cart carrying grit, and her gruff bag crunches as it crosses skids and quakes across baggage claim.
    but i am unable to focus.
    i am unable.
    there’s too much to ricochet. too many verbs. did i ever learn my own God or did that just happen by osmosis? i am distracted by Maria’s freckles.
    uno, due, tre, … so many freckles all splattered around the place, quatro, cinque, sei… i am envious. i  turn off the video.
    why don’t i have freckles?
    would my life have been different had i had freckles?
    should i try to paint freckles on my face?
    would anyone notice the new freckles on my face?
    i wanna lick off those tiny M&M’s from Maria’s face. poppy seeds!
    opium daze!
    i smoked opium for 4 months in the 80s.  i smoked it with my boyfriend. we were 17 or something,  we were staying at his grandma’s house in Granada Hills. a photographer from one of my modeling shoots gave us opium in a tin foil square so my boyfriend and me, we were reading Don Quixote out loud to each other each night before bed so we were all hip to the wonders of drugs, (if you do it smart and spiritual not dumb and empty) so we smoked the opium and watched each other’s faces turn into other people’s faces and decided these must be our past selves. I liked my boyfriend best when he was a small-dark-faced fisherman with gapped teeth.
    One day i said, “I think maybe we like this stuff too much.”
    my gapped tooth fisherman stares at me with his jacuzzi eyes a glow. His hair is on fire, but I am not afraid. the room is a wet fog and my face is wet. the glimmer from the tin foil square makes my eyes sting Opera. i want to buy fuzzy ear muffs for his elephant ears but do they even come in that size?
    “okay,” my gapped tooth fisherman says, “we can stop.”
    so we stopped smoking opium and that was that.
    when I eventually break up with him, he tapes angry epitaphs on the walls of our one-room apartment in Reseda. he goes missing for days. empty vodka bottles litter our apartment floor. his grandma tells me, “my grandson doesn’t drink. he’s allergic to alcohol.”
    i can’t find him online. i’ve tried for decades.
    i think my gapped tooth fisherman died a long time ago and nobody told me.
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    • 3 min
    let us make new things

    let us make new things

    i am always making things but it isn’t always sweet
    it’s scattered and disorganized— it’s pineapples in the street
    i wish Suzanne would take me to that place near the river—— but i don’t know her
    i get distracted by tea and oranges
    i get distracted by who i was— and who i may be
    i get distracted
    there’s too much to look at
    why must everything that isn’t this ——seem so appealing?
    i want to love my art, my stories all the way
    with the intensity of forbidden love, of new love
    anything can be new again if we practice forgetting
    i’m good at it
    i can show you where to hide sorrow under the sheets of tomorrow
    and regret behind the wreckage of never again
    but backwards or forwards— ain’t where it’s at
    the good stuff is in the here and now
    so let us notice the beautiful things
    so let us make new things
    so let us show the world who we are

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    • 1 min
    waiting for leonard at ralphs

    waiting for leonard at ralphs

    i wore my famous blue raincoat for you, Leonard
    i hope you show up
    i want to put to work your useless hands
    but what did you mean, all the useless things my hands have done”
    seems to me you used them
    just right
    that’s what i want - not you, (yes you but something more)
    i want to use my hands, my mouth, my words, my heart…
    i want to use them so well it hurts
    have you seen these melons, Leonard?
    no, not mine, no, no, no.
    well, maybe yes mine, yes, yes, yes
    these ones here are so very ripe, here, look, Leonard, look at these, look over here, look at me, next to the honey-dew, oh honey don’t - oh honey do
    I know you’re gone, Leonard
    like all things go
    if you see my mom and my brother
    tell them the cherries look good this year
    i’m sitting on the cold linoleum
    smells like ammonia
    by the bananas
    the organic ones
    you can’t miss me (i miss you)
    and cotton candy grapes
    you know,
    i did build a house deep in the desert
    but you never came
    so here i am on Sunset Blvd
    across from the rock ’n roll Dennys
    at rock ’n roll Ralphs
    praying rock ’n roll dreams
    and my famous blue raincoat is torn at the shoulder,
    just like you remember,
    but don’t worry, Leonard
    i
    wouldn’t dare mend it

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    • 1 min
    what if you were me and i was you?

    what if you were me and i was you?

    what if you were me and i was you?
    what if we all subscribed to ancestry.com and discovered we’re 5th cousins would it be enough? to see that we’re family? I can’t define the boundaries of me so i squint my eyes so i begin another hope so i hear another voice say, come in, come in, i don’t bite. but of course, this isn’t true it’s broken — this message — this mess this mint on my pillow tomorrow morning but not everyone bites some kiss so sweetly you forget yourself don’t shed your humanity, i tell myself i think of something i once read in a children’s book, Look how worn out with love you are, said the flower to the rabbit it’s a tale for a child but I don’t have a child so i will be my own child and i will close my eyes inside a sunflower and rest

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    • 1 min
    i remember lightning

    i remember lightning

    i remember lightning
    the second he tore it
    it was typed on rice paper
    and it wasn’t for him

    somewhere in Japan
    a woman with her washi
    or in China with her mulberry
    dried pulp origami

    paper translucent/paper delicate/paper strong
    some kind of fear
    of shredded journals
    inside of me

    jute fiber
    hennaed hands
    a beggar pounding on my window
    punching through my parchment

    the way things break
    the way fairness doesn’t show itself,
    the way we fight back
    love back
    love harder
    love it away
    love it anyway
    love it, any way

    anyway, it’s good to be home

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    • 1 min
    did you get my DM?

    did you get my DM?

    Did you get my DM?
    my great-grandma deleted her Facebook page
    so The Cossacks wouldn’t find her
    the 19th-century famous painting
    depicts the hanging of a Jew
    Grandma Ethel photoshopped the Jew
    out
    and replaced it with an apple
    only apples and other fruits
    should hang from trees, no?
    Bubbie sent me a DM on Instagram,
    forget for a moment that you have flat arches, plantar fasciitis and a blizzard in your heart you are a jaguar, a lion, a fierce survivor you can run and still be brave, take your family and go where you are wanted, be where you are loved stay where you are safe above all, SURVIVE
    i was happy to learn that Bubbie’s hora TikTok went viral
    she deserves all the likes

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