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Aug 2012
28:
My one year-old laughter:*
(I still hear
what God said
when
she
spoke,
to me first;
that sound,
they tell me,
was my mother,
I remember
what God told me
when
she
held me first:
You are too young to be your own personal horror)

34.
What I know as a nine year-old:
  
9/11 means
quiet,
and
look at my feet standing
on the solid fertile Earth
and
be more quiet than the ground is quiet
don't point at Isabelle's mom because she is skinny like fence wire  
don't stare at Jake when he gets limp and speaks like a broken dog

42:
my twenty year-old morbidity,
minor self-inflicted injuries,
invented and self-sustained psychoses,
drink; drinking the whole thing;
i'm going to make myself red inside;
i am the fire, they said, and burned, all of us burned, and *
they said this was love.
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   Sara Loving and mask
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