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Laughing Medusas

When I write, it's everything that we don't know we can be that is written out of me, without exclusions, without stipulation, and everything we will be calls us to the unflagging, intoxicating, unappeasable search for love. In one another we will never be lacking. ~Helene Cixous "The Laugh of the Medusa"

Saturday, May 01, 2004

My Perfect Stranger 

There will be a day when I know how you smell and I can no longer pretend it's of my favorite cologne. After I know that, I will get a chance to see you truly upset. You can't keep your composure at all times. Eventually you will break... you'll yell, or tremble, or cry. Maybe all of that and more.

How I anticipate the breakdown of any remaining facades. I want you naked... literally and metaphorically naked... within my view, my reach, my future. I know that I have envisioned you perfect from this distance and I can barely wait for you to prove me wrong.

Once I know you're not perfect, you'll no longer be a stranger.

~Asherah
posted  @ 9:33 AM

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