“My bones are not softer than average, and their pain when broken is sharp, hard. But years of injuries have taught me that bodies are soft—softer when wounded—all the way down to the bone.”
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in that fossiliferous moment the expectation of woman / left no impression it’s my abstention that remains / in the rock that outlives death.
like sheep. Like an evening shepherd / set to snooze. My days / are numbered: / each wearing a little race bib, each…
While some people are chronically online, my mom is usually chronically outside, climbing real craggy rocks or frozen waterfalls. This spring is the first time I’ve even seen her play a video game. But it’s a good fit…