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I want to see my skeleton. Not x-rays or broken bones reaching out through the skin, I want make friends with my stick figure portrait.
I want to strum the ripples of my ribs and pound the drum that is my chest cavity. I want to smile, passing empty soup bowls that are my stomach. I want to see the skin stretched tight and translucent, My cocoon over beautiful knobs and curves. I want my face to become the proverbial grinning skeleton in any light.
When I meet my skeleton, we will sit on linear butts and admire planar geometry while playing pattie-cake without
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I hold my face in my two hands.
My hands, hollowed to catch what might
fall from within me
deeper than
crying.
-Thich Nhat Hanh
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Timothy Dempski,
Human Perfection is forgiveness,
The truth untold is damning,
Forgiveness is bleach.
Clean the stain of the wrong
For if not,
be judge and condemned under
PERFECTION .
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