imagining all my blood running down my vessels toward the floor, this gravity so strong. like a magnet pulling my feet. STAY. this is a good Sinking Into My Soles. not a dread. a calm. the opposite the itchy thin air up by the smoky ozone. it's fresh and oxygenated here. low.
thinking of laurie halse anderson now, and how Catalyst produced a parade of chemistry metaphors to explore coming of age. nobody rocks vehicle like laurie rocks vehicle. truth needs to move. have wheels. gas. merriam webster catalogued the rest.
i'm going to wake up sans furies.
From the drafts folder
6 years ago
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