Fire and Earth

Just roots, just roots, just roots, so far–September to March–you were all just roots. Some days, I saw roots and calmly forged forward. Some days,

Like a rush of wind she strokes the keys, pluck, kluck, klunk Urgently racing the clock

Jealousy spreads in her veins dark, grimy, moves at the speed of light, destroys the walls of her veins,

I didn’t realize that I was lactose intolerant till my mid-twenties. I knew I didn’t like milk all my life, but thought is was a

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