For every time you decided that being around me was too painful I traced veins until they glowedl uminescent. and drawing out my insides through my womb, I bled onto your white sheets, and for y ou darling, I left behind my heart ache, wrapped in your pillowcase . you can pretend that we're stillf riends, if you want. but I don't ha ve time to pretend that Istillcare

02/09/2004

Posted on 02/10/2004
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Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 02/29/04 at 04:14 PM Diane Arbus, the great photographer, was also a wonderful writer. She used her typewriter to write letters in the same way, with words splitting between lines. This is in the same breathless, lacksadical style, and I love it.

Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 08/20/06 at 11:04 AM this still rocks! PK