Heart Berries: A Memoir

That was our last night together, because it was enough. I realized that love can be mediocre and a safe comfort, or it can be unhinged and hurtful.

profundity.

placate.

transgression

ran away from her as a girl, and a blood clot called me back. The

The group counselor said that one must forgive for one’s self and not for the perpetrator. This made little-to-no sense in my mind. We’re all on meds here, most of us are half zombie and half antsy: a weird mix. In white culture, forgiveness is synonymous with letting go. In my culture, I believe we carry pain until we can reconcile with it through

We started to argue about autonomy and the agency I lacked with you. Neither one of us could pull away, so things erupted. Both of us had jobs and commitments.

impasse?”

entropy