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metamorphosis
Brca 2 Nothing more than a ghost within a ghost* Bloodstained boots carry me through doors into rooms I am afraid to enter. Ancestors follow marked by heredity generation after generation at the mercy of their cells. * Long Day’s … Continue reading
looking in the mirror at the Mayflower Hotel
As your arms wrap tightly around me, I wonder if your face has the same expression when you hug your wife after French toast with powdered sugar.
Pit Bulls, Valium, Ira Glass, and GW Parkway
My drive into DC on December 1, 2012
becoming
I have never felt more whole than now, despite coming through a year in which my body has been cut into multiple times and parts have been removed.
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Warrior Woman by Peter Gaumond
No blade can excise your fierce femininity, no illness withstand the cleansing of your tears. Wounds are swallowed in the embrace of your openness. Sing forth my priestess of transformation.
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Where I’m From by Christopher Gaumond
I am from glistening water falling though the sieve. tall snowmen from shining green hostas crab apple trees, birches, oaks, elms, and occasional ashes and pines I am from Buffalo wings potato soup with bacon, cheese and onions, ham and … Continue reading
My Mom by Christopher Gaumond
If my Mom were a shape she would be a Myriagon because her personality seems round at first, but she really has a thousand sides. If my Mom were a weather condition she would be a meteor because she suddenly … Continue reading
Post Bilateral Mastectomy Day 13.
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scar tissue
I am numb from needles angry from injustice bleeding from wounds torn open by disease
illumination
I have no death sentence. The light of day still falls as it had done before, only now the evening comes with a bit more grace.
