Today

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 It’s a warm night at the end of January.

Windows open, crickets and wild parrots. It’s Pasadena. I kept the studio open just to know that it was there and I’m happy it is. I wrote and did the dishes.

Tomorrow my therapist wants to know about mom. 

I have a box. Everything she did. It’s all truth and it’s all there out of my body and into a box.

I want to go back to Arizona.

Today was not eventful and that’s a blessing to me. To be back in autonomy, domestic life. The healing I’ve been through in two weeks is incredible.





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