Not many poems strike me like
Tornado.Out of nowhere, she wrote of a secret part of my life—dragged it from an old, dusty desk drawer, a note I always hated.
I know she speaks of a different Tornado than I.
Still, the piece stirred memories I meant to bury.
Liv wrote one of the most authentic poems I've ever read. Her work doesn’t chase the right words. Or the wrong ones.
It is a ritual past—hers.
And now, somehow, mine.
Smiling–
to conjure yours with mine.
The story of my life. In one sentence.
You can read the full text on her Substack.
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