Psychic Cartographies
I’m trying to develop ways to not be at war.
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...more“Is this sex?” “No.” “Is this sex?” “No.” “How about now?” “Maybe.” “I think so.” “Probably.”
...moreOf course, maybe dividing the world into two kinds of people is just another way of making sure there is a crack in everything. When can you smooth out this fault line?
...moreI want to leave the party through the window and find my uncle standing on a piece of iron shaped into visible desperation, which must also be (how can it not?) the beginning of visible hope.
...moreI am now twenty-seven, and I still do not know how to swim.
...moreI haven’t slept in years, but I still can’t seem to wake up.
...moreThe ableism of schools as workplaces means that all teachers are assumed to be able-bodied until a disabled teacher identifies their need for accommodations. Schools respond; they do not, to my knowledge, anticipate disabled teachers.
...moreRape stories are like weddings—everyone thinks theirs is remarkable, but they are usually disarmingly, eye-glazingly indistinguishable.
...moreProximity to disaster is inevitable.
...moreIt’s heavier than I thought it would be, and stiffer. The cotton drill fabric has the feel of an army jacket. The snaps and clasps and buckles have a certain sensuality, a resonance of kink, but otherwise, in color and heft, the garment is as ordinary as any one of the many pairs of pants […]
...moreAfterward, there was dead silence in the kitchen. I know because I held my breath. Even air molecules seemed to still.
...more“Things can catch fire even when they let each other go. But we don’t give up. We don’t stop loving them.”
...moreThe pain is the point.
...moreYou might gasp. You might gasp and your heart slips out. You whisper and let red willows drift toward the river.
...moreI am transfixed with the probability of earthquakes.
...moreI want to know more of what it is like to feel lost and not always have someone there to tell me how to find my way. Or, to tell me my way.
...moreThen there is the bathroom issue. My beloved is like me, like you, like anyone. Sometimes a person has to go.
...moreThere is still light in the dark. This is the paradox that Little Bear has to accept in order to fall asleep.
...moreIt’s always been ground glass, scraping against my insides. I imagine a light held to the place where I open would illuminate a mess of torn flesh, throbbing red-wet.
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