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Caveat: 1.This is not an especially polite document. I have an incredible amount of anger (part of grief, for anyone operating under the mistaken assumption that I am simply sad right now), and it’s mostly buried under a massive coat … Continue reading
The concept of god is useful to me now not because I need to be loved but because I need someone to hate
We feel your sorrow, they say we can’t imagine your pain, as they stare into my eyes and hug me I tell them I’m numb, actually sorrow is theirs I can’t feel, I say and they stare and stare as … Continue reading
to say I’m heartbroken doesn’t touch the cavity inside me Mama asked if I wanted to put something in your casket to take with you I told her my heart was already going in the ground
Talia, When I told you I was writing the poem I’m about to read, you told me you felt bad that your pain was causing me pain, and that I had trauma, too. I told you, “Bumpus, I’m traumatized because … Continue reading
love is not enough, and if there’s god, he’s an abuser. i can’t feel.
I am scared you will look at me and see only her absence