It hurt, but we talked shop while I sat under her light. The writing ebb and the squirts you might consider the “flow.” She’s a writer, too, an artist. I sat like a champ. I didn’t tear up. I didn’t flinch. I viced bubble mint gum between my teeth and watched a dream become my body. We are together now in pain and healing – body and mind. I’ve never felt so close to my skin – every touch, twist is a decision we’ve made to put our hand out, write it down, tell the truth.
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