Another Nine Eleven
was written to offset impending threat. I was in a serious place of uh oh when I wrote that. I was wrestling with being a victim and that was what came out. I wanted the words to make me safe. Words cant make you safe.
Words I Havent Read Yet is my typical. My typical feeling like a piece of shitness. I am tired of writing about feeling this way but its the only thing I can do unless I just fully succumb which is something I dont want to do.
My Hand Holding
started as one of my love letters and digressed into Im not sure. Im sorry.
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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 35 | Winter 2012