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Madi O'Carroll

Poetry

Madi O’Carroll is an emerging artist with a focus on the queer experience. She's interested in the history and form of storytelling in relation to personal identity and community. She's a graduate of the Gaiety School of Acting full time acting course.

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We don’t know how to complain about something that could eat us whole.

Reverence, apology, God, bitten thumbnails.

Gestures left like mittens in the hallway, still warm.

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Lists are promises to stay awake

though perhaps always have been.

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Family is just a three-syllable word on good days,

and another hour is a timestamp closer o

or further away from? a nameless something in a someone’s garden, once,

lukewarm lemonade or new, hot envy.

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I will resent the escapism that catastrophe movies once provided, resent Nicholas Cage.

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I now (hopefully) pump blood to my vital organs because its another thing to be doing with the time;

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that big lump of life that once stretched out but now lies cracked

a split cornucopia spilling apologetic mumbles of thanks and bargaining, and

pleasure is no longer a distraction. Pleasure is a default. So is distraction.

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I remember that Life is a past tense thing, pointedly encountering it in every second.

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I think that’s what fantasy writers want when they show us shadowy, air-windowed worlds.

I think that’s what physics that I don’t understand wants when it says time-space.

I think that’s what I want.

for Right Now to be already over and just starting, all at once.

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The future holds us by our breath,

the present held within the width of a word.

A decent deal. The embrace of words has kept me safe for long enough.