It makes sense, really, why I will no longer settle for scraps; it is because I am no longer scrapped.

I find myself capable of laughter again, the kind that rumbles from deep within, a sonorous reminder of pleasure, an auditory orgasm.

This is gratitude.
This is what I have been seeking all along - me in full, not the deli slices I doled out, shoved into plastic bags for human consumption.

For the longest time, I stopped listening to music that evoked sadness or longing because I simply could not stomach it, would not tolerate that sensation, even if it were self-induced. Now I find myself lighting candles & listening to sad songs because I am safe. I am healed. I am strong.

the little snicker I let out
(that's what his mom said)

I knew I was in trouble when I started listening to Creedence on endless repeat

I would let that cat m'lady me

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My ex made that joke when asked to sign up for the email list at a sex club & he made me use my yahoo account so I consider this tax for making me cry and for buying me lilac lingerie.