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
- When You Rise, Kiss The Tombstone of Your Past
- Then You Must Know About Grief
- So I Dated Unsuitable Men
- My Relationship To Reality Is Already Fraught
- Stitch Close The Open Wound
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