december 14 2018

I keep feeling this strength in unconditional love but also seeing the world reflect its weakness back to me. The bellows that call on me to wear my armadillo suit: the daily news, the man that followed me for thirty feet whispering “slut,” the recent sleet. I want to be even softer.

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