Radical self- acceptance. Cultural critique. Bringing shadow observations to light.
Monday, October 7, 2013
(what it means to love you)
I touch my lips to my knee and leave a kiss there.
I kiss my left shoulder next, and then the right one.
In my memory I shred the map.
My knees skip the bridge and I'm falling.
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