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But to think about Eric now, after these years of pain, is to contemplate something incomprehensible to me. Separation. Of course I’ve thought about it. We both have. We’ve even done it. But because I’ve spoken the words, because I’ve … Continue reading

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I’m haunted a little this evening by feelings that have no vocabulary and events that should be explained in dimensions of lint rather than words. I’ve been examining half-scraps of my childhood. They are pieces of distant life that have … Continue reading

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It’s easy to see the beginnings of things and harder to see the ends. I can remember now with a clarity that makes the nerves at the back of my neck constrict when New York began for me, but I … Continue reading

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It would have to be beautiful and hard as steel and make people ashamed of their existence. from La Nausée by Jean-Paul Sartre

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I’ve started to chew my fingers again. There’s blood, a taste I remember. It tastes of orange Popsicles, penny gumballs, red licorice, gnawed hair, dirty ice. from Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood

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it is your blood in my veins tell me how i’m supposed to forget from Milk and Honey  by Rupi Kaur

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What can lend more praise to shadows of tree limbs on the ground, to the bright curves around them outlining the sun, than the shapes of those shadows themselves. And what can lend more praise to love, to the bright … Continue reading

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