Like the Internet needs another goddamned bipolar blog
Monday, April 30, 2012
I'm going to
Crack and cry soon. I think it's been two years. Maybe three. Vindaloo curry. Heat. Exquisitely cruel love. You, my love. The shadow of earth in space. The pinnacle of a suburban garage roof, gritty shingles digging into an inner thigh. Loss.
I used to say that I wrapped myself with invisible chord while I cried, so that no one would hear and find me. Choking off the sounds, convulsing in tears. (hug)
I used to say that I wrapped myself with invisible chord while I cried, so that no one would hear and find me. Choking off the sounds, convulsing in tears. (hug)
ReplyDeleteYou've made a beautiful prose poem out of a difficult situation. Hope the curry fire helps to burn a hole in the pain.
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