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The hands looked like old lady hands so often, and she had to breathe.
had to.
She had almost revealed soberly in her humble mode on the book of faces that choice was powerful - imagine if she had had a boy child.
fuck I hate writing in third person about myself - it's like a hair scratching on tooth.
was realizing that the dude I had my first abortion with was someone who hasn't yet had a child (not sure if he's a mick jagger - more of a Charlie watts).
Knowing what I know now, who cares. Maybe I should have had the kid at 18 and sally-hoed or given it up for adoption, but knowing me... I'd have been resentful then - feeling the kid stole every fucking microt of hope out of my bone marrow.
Now, I know so well fucking e. smith: "the things you'll do - you won't, but you might."
And I suppose it's possible that I'd get carpal tunnel. I'm not sure. first is just to keep breathing. Let's focus on that.
their hair would have been red.
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