What they disallowed in me, remains. What they bled from me, so stark and violent, I scooped it into my hands and drank it all back. It rolls down the corners of my soft cheeks, baptismal.
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What they disallowed in me, remains. What they bled from me, so stark and violent, I scooped it into my hands and drank it all back. It rolls down the corners of my soft cheeks, baptismal.
“Words are very slippery. Wittgenstein has more than 30 pages, for example, on the word “pain.” What is pain? Can I tell what kind of pain you’re in? You can tell me, “I really am in extreme pain.” But is that necessarily “true”? Maybe you’re just trying to impress me.”
Marjorie Perloff