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"It is what we do in order to care for things, make them
ourselves, our elders, our beloveds, our unborn.
But perhaps that is a lazy kind of love. Why
can’t I just love the flower for being a flower?
How many flowers have I yanked to puppet
as if it was easy for the world to make flowers?"
— Jan 19, 2026 12:37AM
ourselves, our elders, our beloveds, our unborn.
But perhaps that is a lazy kind of love. Why
can’t I just love the flower for being a flower?
How many flowers have I yanked to puppet
as if it was easy for the world to make flowers?"
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Leticia
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"Today, my head is packed with cockroaches, dizziness, and everywhere it hurts.
Venom in the jaw, behind the eyes, between the blades.
Still, the dog is snoring on my right, the cat, on my left.
Outside, all those redbuds are just getting good."
— Jan 13, 2026 09:35AM
Venom in the jaw, behind the eyes, between the blades.
Still, the dog is snoring on my right, the cat, on my left.
Outside, all those redbuds are just getting good."
