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Uncomfortable Depths

Nazifa Islam | Poetry

        a found poem: L.M. Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables

I’ve heard the world 
is lovely— 

that it’s ever green 
and splendid— 

but despair like ice 
blooms 

in winter-time 
and so I just remember 

dear cheerful 
mornings while feeling 

haunted 
by the brook 

up near the orchard— 
I can hear it 

laughing at me. 
It hurts to always be 

sad—to have 
loved and wanted 

everything.