Youâll learn how to dance,
how to mourn,
how to Irish goodbye.
Youâll learn why and why not,
the question posed in poise,
a harmless touch among the harmless noise,
pupils black and growing,
the feeling of a heart rate slowing,
slowing,
when it ought to runâ
run fast and far away,
the way youâve done,
the way youâll learn to do again.
Youâll learn that a good man
hears âstopâ
and turns to stone.
Youâll learn you donât have to look long
to find a secret love song,
or the prettiest unpublished poem,
a warning note scrawled
from a dead woman who knows.
Youâll learn to watch
for the deer-eyed,
the numb-hearted,
the ashen husks of people
haunting broken homes.
Youâll learn to hide
your cheerful reapers,
return your naked devils
to their cage.
Youâll learn every godâs
pronouns
and the undeniable lightness
of rage.
You'll learn to dream
and dream and dream
of how it'd feel
and keep the need contained.
You'll learn to love
the words
you aren't supposed to say
the most
âto recite them like a prayer,
feel them on your tongue
and in your throat,
for a moment, even just a moment,
every day.
Curriculum for a woman
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