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James Buchanan

happiness

The Weight Of This Body.

Still, several of those incidents have remained in my memory -- the time a trusted friend told me in all seriousness to “lay off the groceries,” or the time a man I was intimate with suggested I go to the gym, or when my mother told me that when I sat down on the edge of the bed, I created more  ...

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fear no art

The Wild Solitude Of Self.

These are the ones whose ribcage is a tangle of blackberry vines and whose spine is a bottomless mountain ravine, rushing clear water, icy as snowmelt. The ones with rubies in their teeth and turquoise in their chests, with fingertips that grow into dandelions, and eyelashes into blue jay wings.

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you and me

The Boys & Girls Who Lived.

So here we are, in the dark of the night, swimming in the moon rays. Here we all are -- you, me, the Boys and Girls Who Lived, carrying, always, the last living fragments of our own attempted murderers, and remembering, if we can, that it is not our abilities that make us who we are, but our choices.

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