When I was a girl, I kicked my sneakered feet forward and tucked them back tight as my swing reached the sky. The best days were the rainy ones, when my bike rides produced soppy clothes and muddy legs. I climbed trees and skated rinks. Up and up. Around and around. And I understood- them....
Monthly Archives: January 2012Where does my story end and yours begin? When can I no longer say the things I’m saying because I’m now saying your things? And why did you allow this life for me, that requires secrecy? Because you didn’t know I’d need to tell it. You didn’t know that there would be this consuming gnaw... |
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