New poem in miniskirt magazine 💘

Also, my favorite vintage valentines

Feb 14, 2023

IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ ABOUT MY VULNERABLE FRIENDSHIP POEM, SCROLL DOWN TO THE FUN PICTURES IN THE SECOND SECTION.

Today I have a very short, gaggingly sweet piece called “tysm” up in miniskirt magazine. (I recommend the desktop version!) I like miniskirt because it’s like if a rom com were a literary magazine. Their recent submission call encouraged all things earnest and saccharine, so I uploaded my bleeding heart as a .docx. This issue was originally coming out over the holidays, but it got pushed out to Valentine’s Day, which honestly seems more fitting.

I love love! I love love poems! All my poems are love poems, but I guess this one’s more in your face. It’s also devoid of pop culture references and is not gross. Like, at all. A real departure!

Obviously I wrote this because I’m a huge sap who loves my friends a lot, but it was also a fun challenge to be less chatty and more formalistic. Or to at least pretend to care about meter. I go through phases, but right now I’m trying to move myself slightly to the right on this scale:

A linear scale from "this should have been a text message" to "who the fuck talks like this." "most of my work" is plotted somewhere left of center. "dril tweets" is pretty much in the middle. "Moonstruck" is more to the right.

Anyway!

Old valentines I like

As an ephemera enthusiast and major creep, Valentine’s Day is big. Vintage and antique Valentine’s Day cards combine the joy of frivolous illustrations with the thrill of going through other people’s stuff. Here are some of my favorites from the archives.

A heart-shaped background with 2 cubes of sugar(?) that don't really look like cubes. They're coming out of a pot. Text: Gosh, valentine! I sure am "SWEET" on you." — Two bricks of cocaine in an urn <3

A butcher scene with a bunch of meat and hearts n shit. Text: "I'd like to "MEAT" a valentine, how about you?" — I was going to say something here about toxic masculinity, but then I decided the butcher is genderqueer (Exempt).

Heart engulfed in flames. Inside the heart is a cauldron. Inside the cauldron is a girl. Text: You're sweet enough to eat my valentine. — The absence of a comma is doing a lot of work.

A flowery, ornate heart outlined in blue with a second heart wreath inside. A cherub sits on the wreath. Text: To my love. — I just think this one’s pretty :)

Long, skinny, super old-looking valentine in the shape of a heart. A happy-looking whispy ghost takes up most of the space. Text: This GHOST to show you haunt me, dear." — The early 20th century had *SO MANY GHOST VALENTINES*. Haunting someone is one of the most romantic things you can do, so. I get it.

A red and pink Barbie valentine featuring Barbie in an elaborate pink sparkly dress in front of a heart-shaped ring of gems. Text: Hi! — My all-time favorite. It promises nothing. It’s the perfect filler valentine for the classmates you didn’t want to waste the good ones on. Hi!

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