May 2011
3 posts
when he was all push-button and portraiture...
I really wanted to tell him that I had been placed in my body all week, that I was getting used to my body’s fidgets and fumbles again, but I didn’t. It just didn’t come to my voice, but I remember feeling it in my feet and gesture as my body took solace in a shadowy stage. I could feel that blood so tender and pure in that moment; I didn’t need anyone else to feel what...
