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April 6, 2012

Hell yes

I wish I had written more.

I still can.

I am a fucking Trollope.

 but I have spent too many days staring at things I never see,

listening to things I never hear,

and sinking into solemn rivers of ancient religious replica

that bead up on my skin

and run off before I rise

from the mud.

 

Yes: grace.

 Psyche gave me grace. 

She taught me to breathe,

to speak in my own tongue. 

She taught me to sing. 

In every beat,

in every pause of muscle,

in every whisper of an eyelash

and I piss on it.