not long ago I was hard to even hug like ribbons of cartilage cut from a lamb I dressed in shredded roses and pistachio shells I drank an entire language and flung tar at whatever moved until the world cut me open like a tube of paint until it crushed me between its fingers like a hornet none of it was graceful I had to learn to love people one at a time singing hey diddle diddle will you suffer me a little how could they say no how could they say anything I kept biting their tongues I kept clicking my heels now I am cheery and Germanic like a drawer full of
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