Dear friend, you are the Love Eaters, you that do consume it. That see the entry and exit of blood and breath, the coming and going of life and death as waste if performed in the absence of a lover’s face. (From the start, were the spaces between our fingers set apart to make us…
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The Minotaur and I
There is a rope around my neck and it is pulling tighter and tighter until I can finally breathe past the stones that have rolled up from my belly and coated the surface of my tongue with something that resembles fear. I am running, further and further away from a sun that would cast light…
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