Not MeElizabeth Hildreth
What mother thinks her child is an animal? Not me–I write it so it's someone else's. That someone can love the way it looks on the page, the way it wraps around itself like a cat in front of a fire. I'm saying "nothing knew." Like I love what I know like a rock and eat what I love. I've had 2,000 removed this year. There's one right now, and it looks like an apple, and it's mine. Don't think about it. Like I love what I don't know like something that won't last and won't mean but never eat it. Like an icicle of Sanskrit and string theory. I take it and build something inappropriate and go by that thing and be something inappropriate. I make a river around the bathtub and stand by it with you naked and cry. I think about throwing our children in. I do it loudly so they hear.
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