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I am alive in a home-made dress that was bought for two dollars at a yard sale there is domestic bliss in routine in the inching of my hand on a knife that will be used to slice the tomatoes growing outside there in no harm in loving you eternally I think about everything often about the way I tried for years to soothe my fathers’ psychosis and my mothers’ sadness I think about the temporary loss of my body and the way I absorbed it in sweat my bones constantly caught in bushes of bramble thorns and I wish you could see how far you have to go to come back home
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC
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I am alive in a home-made dress that was bought for two dollars at a yard sale there is domestic bliss in routine in the inching of my hand on a knife that will be used to slice the tomatoes growing outside there in no harm in loving you eternally I think about everything often about the way I tried for years to soothe my fathers’ psychosis and my mothers’ sadness I think about the temporary loss of my body and the way I absorbed it in sweat my bones constantly caught in bushes of bramble thorns and I wish you could see how far you have to go to come back home
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC
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