I think learning to write, for me, has been an exercise in avoidance. A practice in
blankness
angles
dodging

what to hide
how to make the plebeian
pleasantly unfamiliar(?)

how to fake love(?)while feeling it(?)

how to remove one half of anything.
which half.


I t

"words are history"

what is leading

"without it we know who we are"

not all of those s's

"she couldn't get comfortable without them"

without the s's?

"she couldn't get comfortable. suddenly there were landfills everywhere and nowhere for bones to go"

the way we eat is animal

"and I carried her. I could carry her."

we're cleanly cut

"without what"

without what we are cleanly cut.