A Euclidean Curse of Parallel Lines. {poetry}
Locked in anima’s embrace, we fell from the stars and into a Euclidean curse of parallel lines, destined to travel lifetimes.
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On Turning 35: Lines I’ve Never Seen.
I refuse to equate having cancer scraped off my face with lines on my chest. I refuse to buy into the idea that a breast pillow is as necessary as sunscreen.
I Look in the Mirror and See My Lines.
The notes never start with a 'Hey, how are you?' Just random scribbles, anger palpable through the lines, which direct me to take a look in the mirror.