not out of the woods

Last night wasn’t the first night of un-sleep, but it was the first night I took medicine for it. Medicine that decided I needed awakeness more than it needed to do its job. I got out bed to write instead, but it was too cold, too dark. Earlier in the day, it had been too […]

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the rest of roses

It’s the itching. It usually starts like a flutter. I think I might have imagined it. I brush it away like a stray piece of hair may be dangling off my arm. Sometimes it is exactly that. Sometimes, I feel the bump, more of a welt, and I know my skin will start puckering soon. […]

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good morning

It’s hard to say when the day starts if you never sleep through a night. A day can start at 2pm. A day can start at 8pm. Good morning. No matter what the sun is doing. It’s hard to say when a life starts once you’ve climbed out of the rubble of your past life, […]

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