The Introduction
Listen:The year is 2003. Impoverished sunrise counting backwards till dissolving into earth, waking up the next day beautiful.
Listen:The year is 2003. Impoverished sunrise counting backwards till dissolving into earth, waking up the next day beautiful.
The faces are all blurry now, in retrospect, and my tongue feels increasingly too large as I look into my mom's eyes, large and overflowing like jugs of milk- thought I might drown when Matthew looked at me like that.
Listen:I've lost or let go of everything I've ever loved.You grab my wrists and tell me I need to start feeling again, and I ask when did I ever stop?Early morning and my mom called- and quietly sobbing I told her I was coming home.*******White on white and yellow candles.
If I start smoking now maybe I could get to heaven faster. Too late, Violet mouths, blood running from her wrists.Mom called early that morning and our conversation sounded like a death rattle: I breathe because I can't speak - pale, quick, staccato gulps.
Listen: I want you to like me. There is dignity to my person.My soul, in fact, has capabilities, that even I am not aware of.
Listen:I want you to like me. There is dignity to my person.My soul, in fact, has capabilities that even I am not aware of.
I should take up smoking.Mary leans forward as she sits on the side of the curb, braless in her wife beater.
When I was a girl, still yearning for shelter and struggling with the occasional bout of self deception, I held my heart in the palm of my hands, feeling its cool edges and multi-faceted angles.
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