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The body remembers, though it has been four years since the summer you shattered your knee but still limped out across the continent to Boston to see him you idiot and this is the fourth summer you've placed between yourself and the last pin and the last ***** your body remembers, though in the torturous lengthening of fused and toughened tissues the bad leg is finally catching up, and the scar with its ten numb inches of puckered track has come to fade bone white against your skin but it’s still stored somewhere in your sockets or cells and when you fall off your bike you still cry Though you’re not really hurt your body remembers So that when you’re confronted with their engagement photo (you didn’t even know he was seeing anyone) the darkened garden at the Plymouth Plantation begins to bloom up around you before you can stop it like a seizure or a vision, and you’re there again trespassing after him through shadowy pines and night-damp atlantic air to where the white chairs encircle the altar.
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Thoughts on Forgetting
The body remembers, though it has been four years since the summer you shattered your knee but still limped out across the continent to Boston to see him you idiot and this is the fourth summer you've placed between yourself and the last pin and the last ***** your body remembers, though in the torturous lengthening of fused and toughened tissues the bad leg is finally catching up, and the scar with its ten numb inches of puckered track has come to fade bone white against your skin but it’s still stored somewhere in your sockets or cells and when you fall off your bike you still cry Though you’re not really hurt your body remembers So that when you’re confronted with their engagement photo (you didn’t even know he was seeing anyone) the darkened garden at the Plymouth Plantation begins to bloom up around you before you can stop it like a seizure or a vision, and you’re there again trespassing after him through shadowy pines and night-damp atlantic air to where the white chairs encircle the altar.
laura-jane
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
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