Week 2 – Gazing

This week we were supposed to write badly and to find something surprising in the mess:

“Stop navel-gazing.” He said. So I glanced further down – past my thighs, thick with shared heredity, over knees marked by falling more than I ever flew, crossing shins that (even now) bear careless scrapes, finally resting on my hopelessly friendly rainbow striped socks.

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Week 2 – Gazing

This week we were supposed to write badly and to find something surprising in the mess:

“Stop navel-gazing.” He said. So I glanced further down – past my thighs, thick with shared heredity, over knees marked by falling more than I ever flew, crossing shins that (even now) bear careless scrapes, finally resting on my hopelessly friendly rainbow striped socks.

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