I return a can of paint to the store
because I can’t manage any more
pain, I meant paint. I mean pain.
I keep going back for pain samples.
— Deborah Hauser from Poem Never Admit Your Mistakes
- To Make Living Itself An Art, Is The Goal
- Every Heart Breaks
- I Myself Have Never Been Able To Find Out Precisely What Feminism Is
- We Loved With A Love That Was More Than Love
- Instead Of Focusing On What If, Ground Yourself In What Is
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