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I am overcome with grief but the minute I try to name it it subsides burrows away to somewhere inside me I cannot reach I am too big for...

the heavy ticking of a clock I can’t find in a room I’ve never slept in before echoing the sounds of the clock in my grandmother’s living...

I eat the same pasta for dinner every night blended every three days in a blender I named bess it has spinach and cauliflower and things...