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It's Better Out Than In

A friend tells me–every time she invokes the name of a close dead friend–the violence of his death.  She never says, “my friend who passed away” or just “my friend,” because of course I know his name by now, but rather “my friend who died xyz violent death.” Even any mention of the city in which he died, a popular city with attractions for which it is known, is spoken by her as “the city where my friend died xyz violent death.” 696 more words


Stranger in a Strange Land

I’m only recently accepting the extent to which my physical body has been intrinsic to how I self-identify.  The realization has come on the heels of a bunch more that are the result of the heart failure (cardiomyopathy if you like big words) … 529 more words

Conversations That Happen In My Head

All Words and None

Seven months since.
I’m all words and none.

I cut off my waist beads tonight.
Seven years.

They remind me too much
of the belly that heart failure built. 39 more words