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this-epiphany

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november 11 2019

there is a homeless, homesick, aching animal masquerading as a woman with my name. her eyes look like mine, but more afraid. not homeless like an uncaged beast howling through the night for a tender place to sink teeth, but homeless like a rabbit with a broken limb, rescued and tended to in a warm place where nothing smells safe. there are kind people telling me i'm okay, here, but all i hear is sound. all i feel is the beating of my heart, faster and faster, almost so fast that i will die of it.

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63 deviations
Literature

november 11 2019

there is a homeless, homesick, aching animal masquerading as a woman with my name. her eyes look like mine, but more afraid. not homeless like an uncaged beast howling through the night for a tender place to sink teeth, but homeless like a rabbit with a broken limb, rescued and tended to in a warm place where nothing smells safe. there are kind people telling me i'm okay, here, but all i hear is sound. all i feel is the beating of my heart, faster and faster, almost so fast that i will die of it.

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until it is still and quiet again.

there are places where the ground never thaws. I would bury my love there, drag it north & northwest heavy on my skin. the land is hard here but I took & gave you harder, miss you now the hardest. ---

erotic heartbreak - series.

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April, 2004

I was fifteen. eight hours in the waiting room remembering the ride, lights flashing, you crying through your oxygen mask, saying I'm okay, I'm okay. I still hear you when I close my eyes, see the man across the room, folding paper cranes out of magazine pages & pamphlets about every kind of pain. after six hours he taught me the right way to fold a wing & it was, I think, the one thing that saved me: each smooth and steady crease a promise. ---

the ongoing act of grieving.

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there is something, a stillness

inside of me. lover, some people spend their whole lives carving hollow spaces into themselves until they find quiet. deeper than this love echoes. deeper & deeper still my heart is holding its breath. ---

for lover.

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she laughs as we fold

our bodies together, too much flesh pressed between our chests. this is part of it: the reality of two women together. once, sharing body heat at a bus stop in November, a man offered to pay us if we let him watch. the pair of us was still too small compared to the breadth of his shoulders to do anything but edge slowly towards the main road, biting back vulgar & dangerous responses. the night I turned twenty-two we danced on the rooftop, my hands pushing & pulling her hips into the right rhythm. three men cornered me behind the bar that night & I swear I believed I wouldn't make it out alive. I still do. the way two wom

two women together.

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