Kathryn D'Agostino

Tag: trauma

  • Anywhere

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    I’m not sure how to tell my story, I don’t know where to begin. And I sure, as hell don’t know where this ends. It’s just festering inside of me. It’s been festering inside of me like a disgusting abscess that someone mistakes for a pregnancy. I don’t know how else to put it. It’s…

  • Alone

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    Longing feels different here. In this moment.In this place. I want someone to read this. I want someone to hear this. I want other people to carry this burden with and for me. I know that’s unfair to ask.But I don’t care. I hate that. I lack. I lack the capacity to feign interest Or…

  • A group of three

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    I want to be the most boring person in the world I want people to never quite remember my name or physical features I wish nothing about me sparked interest I want no one to ever be confused if they like me or are just fascinated by me To wonder if they care about me…

  • Spiral

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    “Sometimes things go too fast and too slow all at once.” – July 19th I found this note today while tidying up my studio and realized I hadn’t sat down to look through pictures or even think much about this past weekend in Corner Brook. So much of my life the past couple of years…

  • What’s there to say about July

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    There was volunteering at Folk Fest, Girl’s Night, music at the Majestic, Sound Symposium, PRIDE, and new friends, an avalanche of “Yes’s”. It was busy but there were also quiet moments of reflection. And yet I don’t know how to share all that because the thing is any boasting of good fortune or good times…

  • How We Hold

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    Making art has felt so necessary in my life. Over the past year or so I’ve slowly re-immersed myself in the creative process. I’ve written, doodled, knitted, crocheted, paper-mached, I’ve done a lot. And I did it all in the pursuit of escaping the hell of living with PTSD and active trauma. Writing has traditionally…

  • You Probably Think This Poem Is About You

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    Originally Posted on February 26th, 2024 A Series of Poems About You There is so much I want to say But I want to say it to youI mean I don’t want to want to say it to youBut that’s just the thing, it’s a feeling An urge And it’s controllableI just ignore it And…

  • Suspended

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    Originally Posted on February 15th, 2024 I haven’t written in a whileNot for here, not for anythingThings have been busy in many waysBut it’s the energy I’m feeling that has me the most out of sortsI’m not quite sure what it is And it’s not something I’ve felt beforeBut it reminds me of that feeling…

  • Perceived

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    Originally Posted on October 12th, 2023 I am collectibleLike a special edition Barbie Or that rare holographic Charizard cardI’m a noveltyYou want to put me on your shelfTell everyone you know I’ve been added to your collectionBut it’s all for the sake of havingBeing able to say you’ve brushed shoulders with the rare and unusualYou’re…

  • Hug a Disco Ball

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    Originally Posted on September 28th, 2023 Filling every crevice Sticking to every surfaceLike a college dorm room after HalloweenOr a pop stars world tour Trauma can feel like being dipped in glitter You become a novelty Like gays to Fire IslandThey’ll go for a fun summer weekend But sure as hell aren’t toughing it out…