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From the Ted Talk by Andrea Gibson: "The Nutritionist"

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Hi I'm Andrea Gibson and this is my poem "The Nutritionist." The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables Said if I could get down 13 turnips a day I would be grndoeud, rooted. Said my head would not keep fnylig away to where the darkness lives. The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight Said for 20 darllos she’d tell me what to do I handed her the twenty, she said “stop worrying dlraing, you will find a good man soon.” The first paortihcsshyept said I should spend 3 hours a day sitting in a dark closet with my eyes closed and my ears plugged. I tried it once but couldn’t stop tninhikg about how gay it was to be sitting in the closet. The yogi told me to strtceh everything but truth, said focus on the outbreaths, said everyone finds happiness if they can care more about what they can give than what they get. The piahsamrct said klonopin, lamictil, lithium, Xanax. The doctor said an antipsychotic might help me frgeot what the trauma said The trauma said don’t write this poem. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones But my bones said “Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River convinced he was entirely alone.” My bones said “write the poem.” To the lamplight. Considering the river bed. To the chandelier of your fate hanging by a thread. To everyday you could not get out of bed. To the bulls eye of your wrist To anyone who has ever weatnd to die. I have been told, sometimes, the most healing thing we can do- Is rmnied ourselves over and over and over Other people feel this too The tomorrow that has come and gone And it has not gotten better When you are half fisienhd writing that letter to your mother that says “I swear to God I tried” But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back There is no bsurie like the bruise lnelosiens kicks into your spine So let me tell you I know there are days it looks like the whole world is dancing in the seterts when you break down like the doors of their looted buildings You are not alone and wondering who will be ctvcoenid of the cmire of intsnisig you keep loading your grief into the chamber of your shame You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside Some people will never understand the kind of spueewoprr it takes for some people to just walk outside Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house But my hands are always holndig tight to the rhriocpd of believing A life can be rich like the soil Make food of decay Turn wound into highway Pick me up in a truck with that bumper sticker that says “it is no measure of good health to be well ajtudsed to a sick society” I have never tursetd anyone with the pellud back bow of my sipne the way I turst the ones who come undone at the thaort srcneiamg for their plsue to find the fight to pound Four nights before Tyler Clementi jumped from the George wshnoigtan bridge I was sitting in a hotel room in my own town Calculating exactly what I had to slwlaow to keep a bottle of sleeping pills down What I know about living is the pain is never just ours Every time I hurt I know the wuond is an echo So I keep a listening for the moment when the greif becomes a woindw When I can see what I couldn’t see before, through the glass of my most battered dream, I watched a doanedlin lose its mind in the wind and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds. So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin, don’t try to put me back in just say here we are together at the window aching for it to all get better but kwniong there is a chance our hearts may have only just skinned their knees knowing there is a chance the worst day might still be coming let me say right now for the rroced, I’m still gonna be here asking this wolrd to dance, even if it keeps stepping on my holy feet you- you stay here with me, okay? You stay here with me. Raising your bite against the bitter dark Your bright longing Your brilliant fists of loss Friend if the only thing we have to gain in staying is each other, my god that’s ptlney my god that’s enough my god that is so so much for the lgiht to give each of us at each other’s backs whispering over and over and over “Live” “Live” “Live”

Open Cloze

Hi I'm Andrea Gibson and this is my poem "The Nutritionist." The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables Said if I could get down 13 turnips a day I would be ________, rooted. Said my head would not keep ______ away to where the darkness lives. The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight Said for 20 _______ she’d tell me what to do I handed her the twenty, she said “stop worrying _______, you will find a good man soon.” The first _______________ said I should spend 3 hours a day sitting in a dark closet with my eyes closed and my ears plugged. I tried it once but couldn’t stop ________ about how gay it was to be sitting in the closet. The yogi told me to _______ everything but truth, said focus on the outbreaths, said everyone finds happiness if they can care more about what they can give than what they get. The __________ said klonopin, lamictil, lithium, Xanax. The doctor said an antipsychotic might help me ______ what the trauma said The trauma said don’t write this poem. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones But my bones said “Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River convinced he was entirely alone.” My bones said “write the poem.” To the lamplight. Considering the river bed. To the chandelier of your fate hanging by a thread. To everyday you could not get out of bed. To the bulls eye of your wrist To anyone who has ever ______ to die. I have been told, sometimes, the most healing thing we can do- Is ______ ourselves over and over and over Other people feel this too The tomorrow that has come and gone And it has not gotten better When you are half ________ writing that letter to your mother that says “I swear to God I tried” But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back There is no ______ like the bruise __________ kicks into your spine So let me tell you I know there are days it looks like the whole world is dancing in the _______ when you break down like the doors of their looted buildings You are not alone and wondering who will be _________ of the _____ of _________ you keep loading your grief into the chamber of your shame You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside Some people will never understand the kind of __________ it takes for some people to just walk outside Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house But my hands are always _______ tight to the ________ of believing A life can be rich like the soil Make food of decay Turn wound into highway Pick me up in a truck with that bumper sticker that says “it is no measure of good health to be well ________ to a sick society” I have never _______ anyone with the ______ back bow of my _____ the way I _____ the ones who come undone at the ______ _________ for their _____ to find the fight to pound Four nights before Tyler Clementi jumped from the George __________ bridge I was sitting in a hotel room in my own town Calculating exactly what I had to _______ to keep a bottle of sleeping pills down What I know about living is the pain is never just ours Every time I hurt I know the _____ is an echo So I keep a listening for the moment when the _____ becomes a ______ When I can see what I couldn’t see before, through the glass of my most battered dream, I watched a _________ lose its mind in the wind and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds. So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin, don’t try to put me back in just say here we are together at the window aching for it to all get better but _______ there is a chance our hearts may have only just skinned their knees knowing there is a chance the worst day might still be coming let me say right now for the ______, I’m still gonna be here asking this _____ to dance, even if it keeps stepping on my holy feet you- you stay here with me, okay? You stay here with me. Raising your bite against the bitter dark Your bright longing Your brilliant fists of loss Friend if the only thing we have to gain in staying is each other, my god that’s ______ my god that’s enough my god that is so so much for the _____ to give each of us at each other’s backs whispering over and over and over “Live” “Live” “Live”

Solution

  1. psychotherapist
  2. crime
  3. insisting
  4. dandelion
  5. dollars
  6. trust
  7. wanted
  8. forget
  9. pharmacist
  10. convicted
  11. swallow
  12. knowing
  13. darling
  14. throat
  15. remind
  16. washington
  17. trusted
  18. adjusted
  19. holding
  20. superpower
  21. streets
  22. stretch
  23. grounded
  24. loneliness
  25. wound
  26. light
  27. record
  28. window
  29. plenty
  30. grief
  31. finished
  32. thinking
  33. screaming
  34. spine
  35. pulled
  36. world
  37. ripchord
  38. pulse
  39. flying
  40. bruise

Original Text

Hi I'm Andrea Gibson and this is my poem "The Nutritionist." The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables Said if I could get down 13 turnips a day I would be grounded, rooted. Said my head would not keep flying away to where the darkness lives. The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight Said for 20 dollars she’d tell me what to do I handed her the twenty, she said “stop worrying darling, you will find a good man soon.” The first psychotherapist said I should spend 3 hours a day sitting in a dark closet with my eyes closed and my ears plugged. I tried it once but couldn’t stop thinking about how gay it was to be sitting in the closet. The yogi told me to stretch everything but truth, said focus on the outbreaths, said everyone finds happiness if they can care more about what they can give than what they get. The pharmacist said klonopin, lamictil, lithium, Xanax. The doctor said an antipsychotic might help me forget what the trauma said The trauma said don’t write this poem. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones But my bones said “Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River convinced he was entirely alone.” My bones said “write the poem.” To the lamplight. Considering the river bed. To the chandelier of your fate hanging by a thread. To everyday you could not get out of bed. To the bulls eye of your wrist To anyone who has ever wanted to die. I have been told, sometimes, the most healing thing we can do- Is remind ourselves over and over and over Other people feel this too The tomorrow that has come and gone And it has not gotten better When you are half finished writing that letter to your mother that says “I swear to God I tried” But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back There is no bruise like the bruise loneliness kicks into your spine So let me tell you I know there are days it looks like the whole world is dancing in the streets when you break down like the doors of their looted buildings You are not alone and wondering who will be convicted of the crime of insisting you keep loading your grief into the chamber of your shame You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house But my hands are always holding tight to the ripchord of believing A life can be rich like the soil Make food of decay Turn wound into highway Pick me up in a truck with that bumper sticker that says “it is no measure of good health to be well adjusted to a sick society” I have never trusted anyone with the pulled back bow of my spine the way I trust the ones who come undone at the throat Screaming for their pulse to find the fight to pound Four nights before Tyler Clementi jumped from the George Washington bridge I was sitting in a hotel room in my own town Calculating exactly what I had to swallow to keep a bottle of sleeping pills down What I know about living is the pain is never just ours Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo So I keep a listening for the moment when the grief becomes a window When I can see what I couldn’t see before, through the glass of my most battered dream, I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds. So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin, don’t try to put me back in just say here we are together at the window aching for it to all get better but knowing there is a chance our hearts may have only just skinned their knees knowing there is a chance the worst day might still be coming let me say right now for the record, I’m still gonna be here asking this world to dance, even if it keeps stepping on my holy feet you- you stay here with me, okay? You stay here with me. Raising your bite against the bitter dark Your bright longing Your brilliant fists of loss Friend if the only thing we have to gain in staying is each other, my god that’s plenty my god that’s enough my god that is so so much for the light to give each of us at each other’s backs whispering over and over and over “Live” “Live” “Live”

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