Harvesting Ginger Flared up My Procrastination.
To me, ginger felt like the spine of a giant -- thick and formidable. Or maybe it was like the vine leading up to the giant.
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Losing My Innocence. {poetry}
Unlike losing my virginity...
I lost my innocence in the desert
amongst 100,000 people,
but in a sacred temple of sharing
with one.
The Banshee and the Mermaid.
Ginger and I will be free to scour off the banshee's slimy funk, drive out all her foul echoes, and transform my body back into its former palace.
The Dance of Turning Poison into Medicine.
I lasted half a day of dance classes on the first day. The second day, I lasted less than 90 minutes. Not only did walking on gentle sand feel like sharp gravel between the skin of my soles and fascia, but the vision in my good eye was deteriorating into the kind of blur you’d need Coke-bottle ...