3/16/19

The hole swallows me whole.  Consumes me, total. I am only a hole.  Insatiable.  Unable to be filled.  Unfathomable.  Hollow. In my space and time I seek.  I told myself I was whole. I thought I loved myself.  I lost myself in the hole.  I walked down into it and then it was covered over.Continue reading “3/16/19”

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City Girl Goes Home

When I am in the city I am obsessed. Obsessed with what I’m wearing, what I’m doing, who I am being.  I need more.  I don’t have enough.  I have so little.  I’m always low on gas, almost out of make-up, never having enough clothes to look as cute as the girl next to me.Continue reading “City Girl Goes Home”