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i am about to take these bags out of the house. there they are – two bags, right next to the door, packed, ready.

i am about to take these bags out of the house. (repeat as mantra.)

these words also mean: i am about to let these things out of my life. i am about to pull the circle of what is essential a little closer. or, wallace stevens, i am about to let these bags be a blackbird whose flight marks the edge of a circle… that is scariest of all.

but, tomorrow, i will still be ok, again.

with the edge of one circle, though, come reminders of other circles whose edges have been crossed. example: dulles airport, summer 2008. hard to forget letting a huge airport guard see you cry, then losing your way from the highway into an endless sprawl of carbon copy condominiums, only to arrive home and sob in the shower.

ah…

love.

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walking down the road with a book of conjugations in my hand.
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