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01/20/12

Permalink 03:23:35 am, by iamhco Email , 215 words   English (US)
Categories: It's Recovery, Silly.

Face Flipping

He is one of
the people I
adore the most

in my life.

On Monday,
I cried.

Cried my eyes out
and told a group
of people

how shit high
I wanted to get.

"I don't call
any of you
people anyway.

What's the point?
Two years it's all
of this time sober and
I don't even know

how to focus
and fucking act.

I'm like Harvey Dent
with this duality.
If you peeled back

all of these girl
parts you would see
a contrast

that you wouldn't
want to
look at."

And that day, he
gave me a hug, the
way he always does -

with his arms spread
out far in front of him
so we don't touch.

"I have something
for you, will I see you
on Thursday?"

So today came and
he pulled me aside,

he said
"After all of the
crystals and
things you have
given me,

I wanted to
make sure
that I got to give

something to you."

Phillip gave me
Harvey Dent's

original coin,
used in the
Batman Forever

production. I didn't
ask him

how he got it.
He only made me promise
never to

pawn it.

So I did, and after
that I marveled

at what a charmed
charmed

little life
that some days

I have.

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I write a blog. Because I want to be a writer, so writing every day makes me one. It isn't because I went to college or wrote essays. It's because I'm so full of myself I'm sick on it. I've written a book, a half of a book, and I just started another one. And I write, because I must write, at least a poem a day. I write a blog because I'm just as terminally cool as you are. You could call me Heather or you could call me Tambourine. I know where I'm from. I don't know where I'm going. I'm ordinary like a perfectly fitting gold dress on some extravagant red carpet where everyone else is a perfectly fitting gold dress too. I write on womens issues. Addiction and death from addiction. Rape and murder and joy and love and absence, madness and skills and total desperation to bridge gaps. Recovery and light and all of my x boyfriends, best friends and my lovely family that feeds me cakes of roses because I am the baby. X to Sylvia for this title. Thank you for your time with my words.

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