i can't seamlessly weave words into existence like you, can't toss letters into the universe and expect to create new worlds, i guess i'm more of an artist, not in the literary sense, but in the drawing-on-paper kind of sense, that's my excuse, because face it, i can't produce masterpieces with tongues and clashing teeth, i can only take them out by hand, craft them carefully and physically, but then sometimes even i can't do that, and then i'm just left with a shell of what used to be there, and i think, what's my purpose, really?
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I, Girl
Poetryi am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.
