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6:10AM. 11.8.2016 My heart is pounding as I rise in the dark room. It’s a big day. A first in someways. It’s hard not to
One year ago, a post I wrote during NaBloPoMo got me in trouble with a loved one. It upset this person bad enough that I

Illustration by Scout Mayo My body is a temple of fool’s gold, ornamented with masterpieces of my children’s making, which are hastily taped or glue-stuck