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    from the moment we make it out of the womb, we’re already falling.  we’re bound to hit the bottom at some point.  nothing is knowably infinite; not even the universe.  the fall will come to an end; sometimes abruptly and sometimes imperceptibly.  

    leaves ride the gusts of the wind, but not forever.  the wind dies and the leaves are laid to rest back in the grass.  

    why create a calculated…

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  4. paper skin

    skin around the fingernail of a thumb can only be picked so much.  contained by the body’s largest organ, stretched like canvas over a frame, is blood and bone.

    picking and bleeding because living without mental violence is as movement is to sharks.…

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  5. blood and bone

    skin around the fingernails of a thumb can only be picked so much.  contained by the body’s largest organ, stretched like canvas over a frame, is blood and bone.   

    picking and bleeding because living without mental violence is as movement is to sharks.…

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  6. excerpt

    i left on an icy morning, different from no other; freezing and wild in my brilliant defiant rebellion; my dripping hair forming icicles of frozen black hair on my skull.  i rolled the windows down and blared “sympathy for the devil”  from my coupe’s…

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  7. all the sinners, saints as heads is tails

    …but i know i’d rather be a rag doll, sewed together with patches and needles i search the nooks of the earth to find than a plastic, smooth and seamless barbie.  i’ll make every mistake once and i’ll learn from each one of them, adding a new patch.…

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  8. i still hate you and i don’t miss you

    i didn’t know how much i would hate new york when i first moved there.  i thought i’d dance my way into a modeling or acting career.  i imagined stepping out of a bus at grand central in a stunning blue dress with my perfect boobs pushed up to my chin.  i…

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  9. there is nothin…

    there is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.
    -mandela

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  10. the goodness

    i watch his frown lines when he talks about “the goodness.”  i look up at his face from where my head is nooked in his shoulder.  we’re on his bed in his parents’ house and the walls are plastered with big pictures of dreams.  there are marks and nicks in…

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