remord
“Life’s greatest gift is the freedom it leaves you to step out of it whenever you choose.”
Whose words provoke the question of truth?
A chosen ancestry: Duras, Plath, Rich, Hilst,
Sexton. Courageous Mother, unbroken eye.
A bloodline begotten through our love of
prose. Stitched tight as satin, arousing wrinkle.
I have few rivals and periodic playmates, my
secrets spill to the pages of trees. Absurd activists,
poets; outrageous runaways writing way up high.
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