I ask the mother if she feels abandoned. she tells me her favorite teacher had a bible in the back of his head. I ask for the teacher’s name. she says it’s not something she returns to. she calls me child, the little orphan gay, to the brim with unicorns and suffering. in fact she quotes my pain in this very notebook. I was left only by what happens. that bible stopped a bullet.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
I ask the mother if she feels abandoned. she tells me her favorite teacher had a bible in the back of his head. I ask for the teacher’s name. she says it’s not something she returns to. she calls me child, the little orphan gay, to the brim with unicorns and suffering. in fact she quotes my pain in this very notebook. I was left only by what happens. that bible stopped a bullet.
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