A woman wrote me an email.
She told me to fuck off.
Called me a hypocrite for saying I loved trees, because I had too many books.
The wall was all she needed and words like needed were too dangerous to mess around with. She had to watch it. Do not use that word again, she told herself, pressing her fingernails into the palm of her hands. Could she live her whole life leaning against a wall?
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There is a shortage of people who teach children.
There is a shortage of people to fight fires in Los Angeles.
There is a shortage of attention spans.
the creeping flame of the life-threatening virus flanked my 50th july / as if to seal the permanent loss of my monthly blood. / it stole my taste / parched my openings / engorged the flame / heat, rage / a monster fire burning
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Opening the door, I slide behind the big steering wheel of the old pickup. The ‘63 Chevy didn't come with power steering, so the steering wheel is huge. The heavy steel door closes with a loud creak. All the windows make for a fishbowl with me on display.
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Darkness is a quiet character, a black consuming presence of silent noise, sharpening our senses for the dullest of motions, the trickle of action. But lightness? Lightness is a variable; love reacts, and life results…
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