I know that sitting on my desk right now are turtle bones, toiletries to hide dudes smelling bad all around me everyday, a key to my classroom, shears, a bowl that's cashed and taco bell hot sauce. There is no body visible outside my window. Im listening to The Microphones. Today was hard, everyday is a little hard these weeks. Music and art are saving me, keeping life normal for me. Im accepting that this point in my life will be just a memory soon enough. Im still growing, still growing, growing, growing, growing. God, am I growing? God I am growing.
My laundry is always stained with food and blood.
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