A movement (an arm raised). An idiom (“piece of meat”). A recognizable scent (after the rain). I can’t quite identify the familiarity, but my body remembers. Could my body really recall what the mind flushes out? Hyper-vigilance as rudimentary as the right/left pattern of my steps, I hold my breath in fear, hide my face in shame, […]Read more "When the Body Remembers What the Mind Forgets"
Four thousand four hundred and seventy four days ago her freedom fallacy simultaneously emerged and dissipated. As the story goes, an invisible white elephant appeared, bearing the comparably light weight of an emaciated black lamb. The stress of an unknown environment forced the premature delivery of her illegitimate offspring. The labor–painful, the afterbirth–swallowed up in […]Read more "The First Day of the Rest of Her Life"