it leaves the body and carves a space where you remember it
feel it for hours and days after
sometimes it’s the only way i feel myself as a container for anything, by the expulsion of something.
life lived as a negative
don’t know what you’ve got til its gone.
chewingwormwood and i are writing a poem thing together. i am thrilled beyond belief because she is fucking amazingly talented. i went to grad school with her and her reading rocked my core. you should check out her blog: http://chewingwormwood.wordpress.com
i have a chapbook i need to edit.