Tina: My days go like thisa spiral-o-rama
i never did like the spinny rides
now i'm on and off them again
can't quite see straight
recalibrate -
then its back to the swirl-de-loop
read for air
write for air
do anything for air
fresh-air
count the hours.
here's my lesson for the day, screaming at me from
'the goldfinch' by donna tartt
one smart lady,
"That maybe even if we're not always so glad to be here, it's our task to immerse ourselves anyway: wade straight through it, right through the cesspool, while keeping eyes and hearts open."
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