Tag Archives: yes

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Right now so many of us functioning as cheerleaders in an existential maternity ward showing love and support for our friends and loved ones, for our own tenuous selves, as we rebirth into new forms, as we undergo necessary metamorphoses, … Continue reading

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Bare

She cried, guttural, the slit in her pillowcase harboring years of unheld yesses and scented missives; find me here, destitute, sunproofed, the girl of bare knees and forgotten dreams.

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Yes

The tenderest means to a true center is through loss accepted gracefully and yes praised.

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Yes

It is those, in writing, who quietly almost sublimely say fuck you & yes while trafficking, with fierce row, in silence whom I most admire.

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