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Probably about half is missing– large parts of what makes a person, torn off, bloodied and ragged, or atrophied – what would've otherwise formed, but it was the survival years. Everything is stitched up, the damage contained in real time. It does not look nice, but she was a toddler learning to sew and forgetting… Continue reading My best work
There is just nothing beautiful in winter that I can see, or feel, or write into a warm meaning. I don't know how. And there is nothing beautiful in the things you did, and said, and I could write about it, paint blood into art– I do know how. But how dare I make meaning… Continue reading some things
My forgotten unforgiven, all these years of misplaced piety and prayers. I admit I understand the appeal– he is easier to confess to; you never looked in his eyes and dehumanized to justify your inhumanity, plus he's everyone's favorite placeholder, after all his forgiveness has overnight delivery. I do hope your religion can save you,… Continue reading guess I’m a jealous god, too
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