2025

'25 Devotions

The sensuous pleasure of giving yourself permission from guilt

Kate Carasiello

— 2 min read
Design for a ceiling with an oval compartment containing an Allegory of Dawn. The scene is surrounded by an elaborately decorated frame with a variant for the right side.
Design for a Ceiling with the Allegory of Dawn Anonymous, Italian, 17th century Italian Anonymous, French, 17th century French | Credit: The Met

sonic bullion audio of this poem:

let's dance raw
Healing is fucking
exhausting.
It’s lay down your swords time,

No budget, no limit
ripe moments
Safe to be fertile;
Darlings, we are
Not property.

envisioning love that never speaks over
my songs on the radio,
rather, love's attunement casket sharp.

Speaking of love, watching you
question your greenthumb,
your withering distressed me;
so do the pigs,
so many more out there lately

voix magnetique
<<ce tout en sîrop.>>

it's beautiful here
learning I am capable of amends

hardly think straight • yet breathing, ink furious • tulipomania and <<Mommy, I love you>> with a tableful of flowers • "Violet" prophecy on the cans and The Neapolitan Quartet

Lesson: always bring a snack.
Nostalgia: red leather interior woody

wake up, be cringe. • the world is full of sufferers filled with unlived life. it's a poverty of spirit • you don't want no problems, you just talk like you do • lilac air in the yard and school bell bings down the road • It was my birthday again. I feel fortunate saying, "I'm still alive." Often enough, it is 1989 all over again • VHS Japan ジャパン 1997 • everytime i choose softness over suffering i surrender to giving myself back what I learned to steal

inside: coming home to yourself, keeping, going gently.
outside: the earthquake.

This last day is full of reminders;
the book says, Just be.

The sensuous pleasure of giving
yourself permission from guilt.

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