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Perfection Can Shove It

I’m writing this on a day I pulled scabs off my calloused knees that kept crawling to people who never once loved me. I’m not writing of romantic love. Just that intrinsic respectful love from an acquaintance who wishes you well because they know you’re not a prick….

Autumn is Here

May 17, 2020 Autumn is here. I see it in my copper skin. In my glistening eyes. In the bamboo scarf that begs to hug me tighter. Autumn is here. But you are nowhere near here. You’re somewhere, Where spring beckons you to life that demands every ounce…