• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 11
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The primary impulse more often than not is linguistic*

I sometimes lean my head against the sun
and stare with eyes like new televisions
at the world I created one bored afternoon
and think of all the people who hated me
and wonder why I didn’t love them enough.

I pick up the family I collected in my glass jar and push forward to the past.

*Helen Marten