better day today. bourbon for dinner. dancing in the empty house to lou reed, billy bragg, and even some mecca normal because i'm done being a self-hating woman (mostly) for the last two hours. my fledging love for paul krugman continues to grow, i don't care, i don't care
it is the first time the sun has gone down in a room where i am alone and i don't feel small or that i am the bad one or that death is waiting under the low edge of the sun to lick the edges of my ribs and rub its shiny teeth on my skin to wither me down, dull and musty. a night of not wilting, finally.
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