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This body will expire. You do not know when. There is no backup. Please do something tender with the time.
So here’s the view, the breeze, the pulse
in your throat. Your wallet will be stolen, you’ll get fat,
slip on the bathroom tiles of a foreign hotel
and crack your hip. You’ll be lonely.
Oh taste how sweet and tart
the red juice is, how the tiny seeds
crunch between your teeth.
- Ellen Bass, “Relax”
The Life and Death of a Block Destroyed By the L.A. Fires
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As a living creature I am part of two kinds of forces—growth and decay, sprouting and withering, living and dying, and at any given moment of our lives, each one of us is actively located somewhere along a continuum between these two forces.
Audre Lorde, Jen Keenan, • A Burst of Light: and Other Essays
I imagined all the ways I could go. Blood clot to the brain. Infarction. Thrombosis. Pneumonia. Grand mal obstruction to the vena cava. I saw myself foaming at the mouth, writhing on the floor. I’d wake up in the night, gripping my throat. And yet. No matter how often I imagined the possible failure of my organs, I found the consequence
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Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota
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Staying Power
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