It begins with the need to climb. A kitchen counter. A shed. Anything in the junkyard. Starting is always harmless. This is our make. We scale. We claw. We bird ourselves groundless. The first vices are weightless. We war our knees On pavement, split lips fallen from trees. We taste Ruin and want to carry it in our pockets. We anger for more. We…
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The only home/is each other/they’ve occupied all/the rest/colonized it; an/idea about ourselves is all/we own. -Paula Gunn Allen
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