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My wisdom teeth are coming in, and outside a man is screaming "Julia, Julia, Julia!" in the field, and the vowels echo off the tenements, and the consonants sink into the corrugated tree line wit...

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I came of age in a city well past its prime. In a city that made its fleeting wealth by cinching women's waists with whale bone, And keeping certain people poor, by winding spools of cotton...

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Same as last time. Needing to be the bigger person. After telling me how crazy he is about me, Gordie has disappeared. Just wants sex. Which really is all I want too, but I require a little conv...

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I am obsessed. And depressed. Deep breaths. Remembering that I am good and worthy. Remembering that I am loved. Trying to be more focused. Not letting my body win. Not letting emotions win. Not c...

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He kept driving up. Past the river, and the boat docks, past the post office, the high school and the pizza place. Past the small houses, straight through the big houses, and still, up they went....

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Today I drove over Seven Mile River, and I remembered every other river I've ever known. I thought of the Charles on a Saturday night, surface wrinkled like yesterday's pantyhose, stitched in...

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I'm sitting here as my roommates discuss their fucking trust funds. "My mom said it used to be like a million..."

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Going to visit my family this weekend, see Darcy and Emily and go to the parade tomorrow. Catch up on my sleep and continue my daily physical therapy. I can do this.

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So I guess life will just be a balancing act of caffeine and yoga, wine and weed, Valium and lidocaine, clarity and none. I am reading more and eating right and am highly productive but somewhat ...

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I am still looking outward for satisfaction. Still waiting for a perfect outside force to come in and save me, free me, contain me simultaneously. I am feeling the pull of motion more strongly th...

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Strong like kingdom walls, stacks of sand bags, swamps of quicksand, or barricades of filigreed barbed wire. It holds me inside. I can see myself in eleven years. Perched on sterile metal in...

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When I was little, my best friend was Anjelica, a skinny, argumentative girl whose mother drove a Volkswagen beetle and told us to call her by her first name.

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It is the indifferent time between spring and winter, and, like usual I am in lust. This time he is incredibly smart and intense, strong hands with square finger nails, the inside corner of his e...

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