Where We Left Off

I tell you;one must still have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star.

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Nothing ever actually ends. It transforms into a vagueness, a dull ache, a constant and sometimes distant (when you're lucky) thought. A shadow that fits like a shawl.

You're always on my mind.

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When I die, play Rachmaninoff's All Night Vigil ("Vespers") all the way through.

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Kabale, A Poem

Nothing more than a seed, I was planted firmly into the ground on a remote musty hill in the luscious South West of Uganda. 

The ancient volcanic soil seeped into the space between my protective layers and stained my insides. 

The dark minerals gave me flavor. 

I learned all the secrets of the universe from the old layers of dirt that held me steady. 

I grew roots there. 

Eventually I spread myself across the entire surface of the hill. 

I broke free of the subterranean world and fixed my face to the sky. 

I discovered ambition. 

And the sensation of raindrops, falling with perpetual, unfettered violence against my thinly veiled capillaries. 

I extended my vines out in welcome of nature and her majesty. 

I accepted my wildness.

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In 2015, I'd listen to I Don't Wanna Do Wrong x Gladys Knight & The Pips, and weep.

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Did you go to North Carolina?

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I miss Young Dolph

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I'm sorry I ended our conversation and decided not to call back. Don't be cold with me

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I've started following women's basketball Twitter. Mostly for the pre-game fits.

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Did you know Hacks is back?

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You would really hate it here, lol.

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You ever heard a homeless singing man that couldn't sing?

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Loving you still is the hardest part.

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As a woman of a certain age, I feel pressured to use epithets like "love" when I speak to younger women.

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I'm never hungry but I'm always thinking about food.

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The eternal work of the subjugated is revolution.

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So often, too often, when someone raises their voice at me, they're not invested in getting to the bottom of things. The truth is no balm. It took me forever to realize that and now I'm too tired from brandishing facts as weapons in losing battle after battle. Now, when you raise your voice, I just stop.

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I do not consume film or literature for the plot. I'm invested in beauty. It needs to make my heart ache with feeling.