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everything with you is a broken sonnet
@thaumatropia.bsky.social
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guess I’m doing open mic on bsky
November 22, 2025 at 12:25 AM
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a bird will, as building materials go, always prefer moonlight
Bridget; torn band tee, trefoil, headphones, washed in green light, was obviously crying
November 21, 2025 at 4:07 AM
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for all the good it does me now
the thing you don't see is the thing you can't remember and it's all gone now, except for the last letter you'll ever write to me / left on the park bench; soaked in the rain, but not yet taken by the birds / everything we are gets left somewhere along the way / sometimes the birds need it more than we do / nests have been feathered with much more vulgar things / than our unspoken wants, our unrequited crushes, our college majors / tailored for ambitions we'll end up leaving on the gas station counter / a bird will, as building materials go, always prefer moonlight / for want of that, the things we didn't say the first time we made love / will serve in a pinch. the time we almost / broke up, the day we try not to talk about, is about as "store bought is fine" / as these things get / the other letter is safe and dry / you drop it in the mailbox at the end of the park / it'll find its way back to you in a few days / the you that lives in your house in the future / will open it, and it will tell you exactly what you needed / to hear after I left, some November Saturday / that you can no longer remember / you weren't wrong to want it
November 21, 2025 at 3:55 AM
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andrea (still)
My therapist, who I can never go a day without quoting, has a theory about love. She says often we are believing a lie when we believe time is what helps us see each other more clearly. Says to consider the opposite might be true. Consider the beginning might actually be when our hearts have perfect vision.
November 19, 2025 at 6:42 PM
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new shit (new shiiiiit)
November 18, 2025 at 6:31 PM
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wip
everyone is dancing and I can't sleep everything you ever wanted started as someone else's idea / it doesn't feel like it's over / but maybe there's a tornado in you / that will rip you apart / before it ever gets to me / and maybe someday / I'll learn to stop saying "I was worried about you" when I really mean "I miss you" / for all the good it does me now / some people are a home / you'll need to run away from, again and again / and still / everything with you is / a broken sonnet
November 18, 2025 at 4:14 AM
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we love seeing sleepy girls in pajamas
Bridget; diy’d band tee, trefoil pendant half-obscured, floof
November 17, 2025 at 4:28 AM
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andrea gibson #smallpoemsunday
WHAT CAN'T BE TAKEN Trauma was not being able to get the hands of the clock off me. Healing was learning no one has ever laid a fingerprint on the part of me that's infinite.
November 16, 2025 at 6:02 PM
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✨
Bridget; dark blue dress, glass ball pendant nestled in cleavage, choker
November 16, 2025 at 6:35 AM
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sexy sneaky preview of the new piece i’m reading next month
you don't make it through the ice storm because you're strong / you make it through the ice storm because you won some games of hide-n-seek / with other sad and broken queers / and you just kept playing until one night / when you're all eating soup together / and you say how lucky you are that we all found each other / I don't say I love my friends because sometimes they fuck me stupid / I say I love my friends because I want to eat soup with them for the rest of my life / and I want the rest of my life to be so long that I get bored with it / but I keep doing it because have you seen the alternative?
November 16, 2025 at 6:09 AM
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lookit!!
four round loaves of bread, nestled in wax paper wrappings, on a crowded kitchen counter
November 15, 2025 at 6:57 PM
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moral of the story: sometimes writing form poems will get you laid
November 15, 2025 at 6:56 AM
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did a poeting
Bridget; purple sun and moon dress, chalcedony pendant, choker
November 15, 2025 at 2:51 AM
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I don’t love that I hit the number because of a scam account, but

*nice*
a screenshot of part of Bridget’s bsky profile, featuring a follower count of 420. (it’s the weed number. get it? eyyyyy)
November 15, 2025 at 1:31 AM
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setlist for tonight

if you’re local come to Eli tonight around 8 to hear me read some poems about being trans and having a body that can hurt
eli 11/14/25 trans nude beach tanka tgirl ghazal this is the vigil you keep when your government wants you dead
November 14, 2025 at 9:08 PM
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waaaaay ahead of you 😎
a screenshot of a listing in Submittable, with a faded teal status banner reading “Received” “jf you know the color of their eyes it’s already too late” Nightboat Bools 2025 Nightboat Poetry Prize Sep 6, 2025
November 14, 2025 at 8:49 PM
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QRP with your flower art 🌸✨
planting year the first full year we lived together I called it a planting year I knew you were home when we realized we both loved strawberries later, the dreams of a garden called "ours" our own vine and fig tree except, for us, lavender and peonies and sunflowers and strawberries they say that it takes a few years for something to fruit consistently and for the first time as that first berry began to bud in late summer, I wondered what else might be possible if just this once I could stay
November 14, 2025 at 6:30 PM
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the roses my gf brought me last weekend are in the downswing but I don’t want to get rid of them yet
a bouquet of roses, with sunflowers and some kind of purple ones in the back
November 13, 2025 at 10:19 PM
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here’s my warm-up poem from circle tonight
regnum in horto outside our garden walls a bloated empire wails and gnashes, hungry for massacre and treasure but the hanging gardens a halo of the mandate of the earth yield too much bounty to consider the messengers of famine within this crown of daring the people of the sovereign city of three fires, sing the blessed anthem "chicago over everything"
November 13, 2025 at 4:49 AM
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and lastly, the new one: "rooftop"

a microfic about two roommates on a rooftop in Chicago who finally come to terms with... some things

PYWC download here: ko-fi.com/s/2638ed1806

print copies available soon
a book cover featuring the Chicago skyline at night, with a running L train in the foreground. text reads: "'Rooftop' by Bridget Gordon | Published Nov 2025"
November 12, 2025 at 5:47 PM
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next: "the following detailed account of the time you railed me with my own strap in my childhood bedroom on Christmas morning will NOT have an ISBN"

a poetry zine

PYWC download here: ko-fi.com/s/c333613a34

PYWC print copy available for order here: docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1F...
a book cover, featuring a plastic strap harness attached to a flared purple base for... something. what the object is exactly is obscured by an oversized blue heart emoji. text reads: "'the following detailed account of the time you railed me with my own strap in my childhood bedroom on Christmas morning will NOT have an ISBN' by Bridget Gordon"
November 12, 2025 at 5:47 PM
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first, an oldie:

"FIGHT ME DANIEL BURNHAM"

a microfic about a transmasc dyke trying to find a spot to hook up

PWYC download here: ko-fi.com/s/ea35a04e7d

(the old itch io link still works but I'm not pointing people there because... well)

print copies available soon
a book cover featuring the Chicago skyline at night as seen from DuSable Lake Short Drive, heading south near the John Hancock building and the Palmolive building. cars in the foreground. text reads: "'FIGHT ME DANIEL BURNHAM' | Bridget Gordon"
November 12, 2025 at 5:47 PM
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hello lovelies

I'm releasing a new zine today, and I wanted to make a thread of everything I have available for download or print

🧵
a book cover featuring the Chicago skyline at night, with a running L train in the foreground. text reads: "'Rooftop' by Bridget Gordon | Published Nov 2025"
November 12, 2025 at 5:47 PM
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eri lucia kapling
Touch Starved do you remember the softness of your own breast? a foolish question; the tenderness of your curves is impossible to misplace, but the numbness that spreads from your fingertips leaves the exercise academic in nature. I breathe out and imagine my hand in place of yours and for a slender moment, feel warmth transpose between our fragile chests
November 11, 2025 at 5:08 PM
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*taps the sign*
an interior photo of Shakespeare & Co. in Paris, featuring the famous quote by George Whitman painted above a doorway that reads, “BE NOT INHOSPITABLE TO STRANGERS LEST THEY BE ANGELS IN DISGUISE”
November 11, 2025 at 5:22 AM