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STEP ONE: PROVE TRUE FOR N = 0. the first time you caught me i had a rock in my hand, fingers dug into ridges and pools. it didn't fit my hand as well as my fingers through yours, but i longed for the blackblue bruises i could leave behind. ephemeral. permanent. i wanted it so i made it work. STEP TWO: LET N = K. the rock is still on my bookshelf, hidden behind the things i want you to see. now i substitute. walls aren't as good as corners that turn away from you. my hands aren't as good as the fists of strangers. STEP THREE: SHOW TRUE FOR N = K + 1. boil over, epileptic - you think this is rock bottom. i don't tell you how i've been lower before, how i turned eight and almost stepped into your path as you drove away. i don't tell you how i want to SLAM my hands over my ears though i don't need to because you don't talk to me and i won't listen. i don't tell you how i can't cry unless i'm angry. STEP FOUR: CONCLUSION. when i tell you the only truth i know you spit on it and push me aside. i suppose a rock is softer.
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
mathematical induction, applied to you and i
STEP ONE: PROVE TRUE FOR N = 0. the first time you caught me i had a rock in my hand, fingers dug into ridges and pools. it didn't fit my hand as well as my fingers through yours, but i longed for the blackblue bruises i could leave behind. ephemeral. permanent. i wanted it so i made it work. STEP TWO: LET N = K. the rock is still on my bookshelf, hidden behind the things i want you to see. now i substitute. walls aren't as good as corners that turn away from you. my hands aren't as good as the fists of strangers. STEP THREE: SHOW TRUE FOR N = K + 1. boil over, epileptic - you think this is rock bottom. i don't tell you how i've been lower before, how i turned eight and almost stepped into your path as you drove away. i don't tell you how i want to SLAM my hands over my ears though i don't need to because you don't talk to me and i won't listen. i don't tell you how i can't cry unless i'm angry. STEP FOUR: CONCLUSION. when i tell you the only truth i know you spit on it and push me aside. i suppose a rock is softer.
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
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