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It's high time our bones started to sing aloud. (Sudeep Sen) Everything that lives is holy. (William Blake) You are a drought that is cured. You are a body sponging back your life. (CAConrad) I want to hold time in my fists, I want to remember this. (Lily Hoang) As she thinks about murder, nobody objects to a woman thinking. (Melissa Febos) Mothers are entry and exit. (Ingrid Rojas Contreras) My mother's colon is the problem. A decade of remission, and it is still in the present tense. (Lily Honag) I have      a gun and they           left theirs                at home. (CAConrad) There is no blood left now. (Sudeep Sen) I am thick with it. (Melissa Febos) but still you order another table as though it's tables between us and  not everything else (CAConrad) the silence will not empty the sea of its leaves. (Sudeep Sen) "This is what a dead person looks like." "That's so scary!" "They never bli...

my sleep has been restless and uncompromising. i wiggle before bed, wiggle when i wake in the night, wiggle wiggle wiggle. something is awry.  five days ago i concentrated all the heat in my body to my belly until i felt it turn my stomach into bread. the sweat behind my knees is so egrecious sometimes i think i feel it drip down to my heels. and it doesn't. something else is crawling there.  the mosquitos here. when i kill them, all i see is black.  once, a friend told me he let mosquitos drink his blood. meditated on it. said it was his gift to them. they needed it more than he did.  discomfort breeds cortisol. it is in my best interest to defeat myself.  don't pick your tattoo scabs. just don't.  when i can't defeat myself, i simply allow the reality of me to fall away. dream myself back to joy.  in fort collins, my shadow walks three feet behind me. i wonder if it's me i'm afraid of.  i've taken to memory in the present tense. as in, the power...