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Chickens on sticks.

In People on April 9, 2011 at 12:00 am

Yakitori last night with a person I don’t know how to take. She’s okay, I think. Sometimes I think about how it’s so easy for bad blood to spill over. We live in too close a circle here. It’s all impacted. It amplifies when we get brutal. And when we get scared. And when we forget what’s right. Sometimes the blood isn’t ours, but we feel the splash. Or, the blood is ours and, God, I just want to live it all as an outlier. I just want to collect my teeth, move to the edge of the ring and make it through.

Still, the yakitori was okay, and she was okay, and we are okay, I think.

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