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How are you? The people I can deliver full and complete answers to this question are not the ones I have time to give full and complete answers to. Last night Gavin unexpectedly threw a toddler-level tantrum over finding out it wasn't his night for snuggles. That was all. And he FREAKED and it scared me because he never loses it like that but he was throwing his pillows on the ground and when he realized the consequences of having no more time to read, he hit himself in the head with a closed fist and I tried to hold him to keep my heart from breaking but it didn't work. My heart cracked open like a raw egg and hurt dripped down everywhere. He hurt and all I could do was hold him but I was so much better at it with him than I ever was with Magnus. I didn't feel triggered or frustrated, just terribly sad and like I wanted to heal all his cracks with love. What will I do one day when someone hurts him and he won't let me hold him? All the seams in my sewn-up places i

If I didn't Ski OR Run this New Year's There's shit on my skis and snow on the sidewalk I don't want to ski through shit and I don't want to run through snow I want to press my fingers into keys and my muscles into action and not to think but for greatness to flow In magical times, there's a tide an artist rides but more often there's hard work hours upon hours building chops sculpting muscles, readying for challenge and how do I prepare my words for writing? by obsessing about love or worrying... these calistenics don't work i should be running or skiing even if my feet have to pound through even if my skis have to glide through shit But if I were loving? in the sense of the verb... What then? An inciting incident & a rush there would be flow my breath--raspy, fast and low My typing would pulsate the inside of my wrist gently brushed by your lips Rising action inside of my thigh pressed by the jut of your hip