Becoming
My American Dream.
Things shake out of me. Reverberating the bones of my chest on the way out, right at the spot
August 27, 2018
12:55 am
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Things shake out of me. Reverberating the bones of my chest on the way out, right at the spot
I am soggy I am not too sure when I got soggy, or if I was always soggy. I mean,
I get caught up in my head all the time. I lose my ground, or hand it away sometimes, without
I like to feel important. That should correlate great to having kids, and an adoring husband, but I was raised
It is an interesting time to be an American. A place where past, and present no longer correlate. The rips
My Grandmother for weeks now, has been recounting the day my Grandpa died on our Sunday visits. It started when
