becoming a person [one fragment at a time]


3.30.2002

there is too much space between me and my skin. i wear my[self] [skin] like a secondhand sweater, too tight in some places, sagging and oversized in others.

3.19.2002

the clouds are flowing down the sky

3.08.2002

bread and chocolate

3.06.2002

my name is safe in your mouth

3.03.2002

what you don't know about babies can kill them


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