I’m not feeling very hopeful these days, about selfhood or anything else. I handle the outward motions of each day while pain fills me like a puspocket and every touch threatens to breech the taut membrane that keeps it from flowing through and poisoning my whole existence. Sometimes despair sweeps across my consciousness like luna winds across a barren moonscape. Ironshod horses rage back and forth over every nerve. Oh Seboulisa ma, help me remember what I have paid so much to learn. I could die of difference, or live—myriad selves.
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Only idiots liked men who they had no chance with.
But this was my curse—to love and care for people who didn’t love or care for me back. At least not the way I wanted them to.
Pam takes a key from her pocket and throws it to me. This time I don’t catch it, and it skitters across the concrete walkway and over the side, falling two floors down.
Once I snap the lock on them, there’ll be no turning back. My resolve breaks. “Pam, please.” I try one last time. “You don’t need to die.”
“If Mike dies, I don’t want to live.” She gazes at his face, stroking his head, pulling away the last, wispy brown hair as she does so.
I place the padlock between the two bars of the door and the cell. “Last chance,” I tell her.
“Do it.” She doesn’t look up. I close the padlock with a click that echoes through the cellblock. I have sentenced her to death.
A Blessing on thee; and assur'd them they need not tie him, for he would stand fix'd like a Rock, and endure Death so as should encourage them to die: But if you whip me (said he) be sure you tie me fast.
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NUMBERS
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"Am I just a number? 'Cause it seems like that's your goal
You push us past our limits just to watch decimals grow
Oh, I need a reason why I'm looked at like a joke
Until I prove you wrong like I've done time and time before
And all your idle teaching and your criticism lack
The potential to penetrate my solid golden path
To decide what my future is, I'm my own clairvoyant
There's no controlling me
Imagination on ascend
Take me to Venus, let me explode
I'm ready to pop like a volcano
Jump over me like you're playing hot lava
Emotions on one hundred thousand, who's gonna
Shake me like soda creme, but, of course
Use all your words to distract from the source
Of where all the growth on the paper happens
Leave me alone in my own concoction"
I was afraid I was starting to believe in the lie we had so meticulously created. I was starting to believe that Olive belonged with me and only me.
