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i won’t hold your hand anymore

Whatever exhaustion does to me, let it happen. I won’t defend it and I won’t apologize it away.

Three phone calls later, each one of them long and emotional, and I am still no closer to sleep. Let’s find each other in the thick dark curtains between acts. I believe most people nap towards Act IV; that’s where we’ll meet.

I’ve finished whatever I’ve been doing to my website, and added some poetry and prose to my writing section.

Let Wednesday come.

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I acknowledge that I live and work on stolen Cowlitz, Clackamas, Atfalati, and Kalapuya land.
I give respect and reverence to those who came before me.