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V&V

V&V

 

 

i learned to hate virginia woolf when i was nineteen, 

standing in the streets of london, bloomsbury wrinkling 

 

me between the creases of my notebook. Mrs. 

Dalloway sucked the homesickness from my tongue, 

 

husked the memory of her lips from my skin. virginia 

feared herself too, but that doesn’t matter. i did 

 

once, still despise how i let them see my insecurities 

pockmark my smile. i should’ve known it was a 

 

mistake to have sent love letters to my girlfriend with 

quotes from virginia “you’ll like to make me unhappy I know.”

 

vita didn’t deserve virginia, but “deserve” isn’t a reality 

when there’s always another mary or violet or rosamund, not

 

when rocks in pockets are warm from clutching them in your fists.

not even all the praise and adoration of literary fictionists was 

 

enough to keep her heart plastered together with the ink and 

paper from the letters vita stopped sending her, to keep the 

 

water from festering with spilled sunsets and algae-crusted 

anxiety. i learned to love virginia woolf when i was 

 

twenty, sitting in the middle of an empty parking lot on 

granger road, the cicadas loathing me with their blank stares 

 

and twisted appendages. The Waves brought me home, 

wrapped the faded light from lighthouses around my shoulders 

 

and told me it was going to be alright. i knew it would be, but 

that doesn’t matter. i don’t want it to be, not with my empty 

 

hands fisted at my sides, still shocked at how i opened myself 

  1. i said goodbye to her with quotes from vita: “I can do nothing—

 

except be your ever very loving Vita.” but neither of 

us deserve virginia. no one ever did.

 

 


*Quotes taken from the book Love Letters: Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West edited by Alison Bechdel

 

Em Dietrich is a genderqueer author represented by the Belcastro Agency. They are an MFA candidate at The New School and have been published in numerous literary magazines, including Flat Ink Magazine. Currently, they split their time between Ohio and New York City, where there are far fewer cornfields but many more haunted coffee shops. 

 

Editorial Art by Dilara Sümbül

 

 

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