i met a man whose words lassoed my heart and wove constellations in my head, and when i thought we were meant to be (that i was his rib and he were mine), i'd come to find that i was eve and he was the snake all along, and i've just tasted the fruits of its tree, and from there i bore two tragedies
(it was my greatest sin)
ALT. CALLED: FROM A MOTHER'S POINT OF VIEW
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I, Girl
Poetryi am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.
