{"id":2102,"date":"2013-12-30T04:47:36","date_gmt":"2013-12-30T04:47:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=2102"},"modified":"2017-07-11T22:57:47","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T22:57:47","slug":"writing-people-havent-died-bee-walsh","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/writing-people-havent-died-bee-walsh\/","title":{"rendered":"The Writing of People Who Haven\u2019t Died by Bee Walsh"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/image.jpeg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-2103 lazyload\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/image.jpeg\" alt=\"Bee Walsh\" width=\"242\" height=\"323\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/image.jpeg 960w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/image-225x300.jpeg 225w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/image-768x1024.jpeg 768w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 242px) 100vw, 242px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 242px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 242\/323;\" \/><\/a><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">The Writing of People Who Haven\u2019t Died<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Bee Walsh<\/p>\n<p>You were at the bottom of my first coffee today.<br \/>\nLike yesterday, when you were<br \/>\nunder the last towel<br \/>\nthat I pulled up from the basket.<br \/>\nAt the ends of things, you are.<br \/>\nBefore you were gone, the curtains moved.<br \/>\nThey put all the familiar drafts in with you<br \/>\nand gave me your key.<br \/>\nMis-sorted with the teaspoons,<br \/>\nour fourth date. \u00a0A February evening<br \/>\nladen with cobblestone<br \/>\nthat doesn\u2019t seem to fit in<br \/>\nwith the forks, either.<br \/>\nIf I could just tell you<br \/>\nhow damn good that cocoa was,<br \/>\nmaybe I could find a place for it.<br \/>\nI am told it will be months still<br \/>\nbefore I stop cooking too much pasta,<br \/>\nor taking down two mugs.<\/p>\n<p>Bee Walsh (Brooklyn, NY) is a 24-year-old New York native living in Bed-Stuy. She graduated from SUNY Fredonia in 2010 with a B.A. in English Literature and a B.S. in International Peace and Conflict Resolution. Reciting her two majors and two minors all in one breath was a joke she told at parties. Bee has spent the past three years trying different cities on for size and scoffing at people in each of them who ask her about her &#8220;career goals.&#8221; An Executive Assistant in Publishing by day, you can find her most nights stage managing non-profit theatre, eating vegan sushi in the West Village, or causing mischief on roofs or in basements. Run into her on the subway, and she&#8217;ll be nose deep in a book. She holds deep feelings about politics, poise, and permutations. Eagerly awaiting winter weather and warm jackets, she\u2019d love to talk to you about fourth-wave feminism, the tattoo of the vagina on her finger, or the Oxford comma.<\/p>\n<p>Tumblr: beeewalsh.tumblr.com<br \/>\nTwitter: twitter.com\/beewalsh<br \/>\nLitMag: rpdsociety.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Writing of People Who Haven\u2019t Died by Bee Walsh You were at the bottom of my first coffee today. Like yesterday, when you were under the last towel that I pulled up from the basket. At the ends of things, you are. Before you were gone, the curtains moved. 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