That’s not what happened 8/27/2022, Juris d. Ahn “You didn’t really die,” she said after hearing the story, again and again and again, to other audiences, but still, I don’t blame her, like she blamed me, like the stories she told after we were done, funny how the in dysfunctional love, the love with a price, the love of the mirror, the love committed solely gland to gland, itch to scratch, can thoroughly hide the imperfections the being, of the other and how fast the cracks come, how all the ways you lie to yourself leak out, adhere to the embodied fantasy how we try to justify our broken needs
