The Thread: All in My Head
I am in a war, and some of the toughest battles happen in my head.
...moreI am in a war, and some of the toughest battles happen in my head.
...moreZighelboim almost has to break the form into pieces in order to speak; a fourteen-word poem is really only the echo of a sonnet.
...moreI’m still working on this balance, and given that I only have about eighty or ninety years tops to get it right, I doubt I ever will.
...moreI tell myself that all I need is practice and maybe much better shorts. I wonder: when did I become such a beautiful liar? Walk, walk, walk, and fly.
...moreI didn’t usually consider how the binge felt. I just ate until I couldn’t eat anymore.
...moreI wanted to uncover the nest of wires comprising my gender identity and describe its complicated mass.
...moreThe more secrets I wrote about, the fewer I wanted to keep. And the more secrets I made public through my writing, the more I gained.
...moreWhy couldn’t I accept my body for what it wanted to be? It’s what I harped on the rest of the world to do.
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