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my hands are on automatic, pressing down on clay for three hours then pinching plastic through wire for another three …creating and creating. Coiling around the hurt & hiding it in a mount of clay  "the kiln will burn it” I say to myself
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
Kiln (must keep busy)
my hands are on automatic, pressing down on clay for three hours then pinching plastic through wire for another three …creating and creating. Coiling around the hurt & hiding it in a mount of clay  "the kiln will burn it” I say to myself
My misguided attempts at the time to bury my hurt; run from it. All that remains of that time in my life are short poems like this one. c. 2015
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33/Los Angeles, CA
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
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