I ate in silence today. No television. No phone. No YouTube lecture where my favorite poets talk about craft & this beautifully political & gatekept literary community. Just silence. Because for once, my body had something to say & my wrist a sermon for eyes that will see what it means to sit at a kitchen island, contemplating how a next step will lead …
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