19 March, 2015

1981-2015:

as a young growing in rural North Idaho (the ever cold and snowy north) there were as many potential friends as leaves on the flag of our northern neighbours. 
extroverts learned quick-step to any warm corpus, their binary polar reminded that the forest was the place for breathing. 
became season creatures, became alice in dead ways that wrinkled out skin, uncooked. 
running mountains to top out lost, thirteen years of age ago, without fear of coming home for supper. burning things made in coffee makers from chemistry classes we could never pass. 
power in a crochet head scarve. taller and more willing to touch the place my bathing suit covers than another relative or any - - one alive.  

distance gave me a reason to create it, nighttime handed me a love story for beautiful = with-difference. 
these dances ultimately took off their clothes and lied side by side. 
the inclusion survey on policy.
space blanket sleep. 
power

alone
adaptation
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