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…a feel a heaviness in my
chest, a tightness in my back…i rotate my head feeling the top of my spine,
into the base of my skull
sounds penetrate my skull, deep into the
tissues of my fiber…fairytales, outside once upon a time, there was a forest,
and in the forest there lived an ogre, a giant and a young boy. there was no
king or kingdom only a forest. no queen or queendom only forest. i write from
the forest…i write from the tale…my tail on the chair, i write the story of my
pelvis, held by the chair, flesh melting into the hard surface of the chair.
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