The Gut | from 6.21.21 edited 12.15.23 I could write about yesterday I could write about love about eyes overcoming my gut, pushing up on my heart. Or I could write about that year when I started feeling again. They don’t seem to go together I’m sure they do pausing...
From my breasts I am fierce. I am wild. I walk the mountain trail topless–just like the men sun tanning their bare chests–my bare feet step solid, pads on my paws built by clay earth bake into my soles. I am tender and private. Solitary in the landscape of...
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