To exist wholly in another, seamless, mirrored. Think of the hive, at each turn we find ourselves, not a version, not a replica, but our whole selves. Love, you claim, comes close to this, no space between your words, a hand over each other's heart. How do you live with this distance? I have you, she claims, or, I know you, but she can never say, I am you.
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When I Was a Girl
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When I was a girl, climbing outside my body, every eye I felt, my legs no longermine. A circle Already have an account? Log in Join KR for even more […]
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After this seven- month slumber, honey-stupored & warm, we unfold our wings, shake off the hive, set out for buckwheat & the low flowers of spring. We work ourselves ragged, […]
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