Posts tagged March 28 2008
my bodhisattva

One day the blackness lifted. My family said Oh! Good. Everything is alright now, you’re better. I don’t know about that. An anvil fell from the sky, pinned me under its weight for a few weeks. And one night someone came along and hauled it away, and so I’ve gotten up and kept walking. But I can’t promise there won’t be another anvil, or a grand piano, or something else equally disheartening to look up and see hurtling towards my head, all with YOUR BABY DIED spraypainted on it in sloppy block letters.

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