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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Adele Evershed


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How to Shape a Healing

once there was a girl / who was afraid of the night / because things disappeared in
the dark / the trees / the sky / the clouds / and the girl she was supposed to be

in bed she would trace the crown on her tooth / with her tongue / and the unwieldy
feel of it in her mouth / felt like a tombstone / or an apology that didn't quite fit

then one Friday night as she looked at her mother / in her head / she heard the
Beatles playing Lady Madonna / and suddenly she knew / she would need a suitcase

sitting in the bus station / her suitcase smooth and solid against her thigh / like the
PE teacher / who asked about her bruises / she saw stars reappear in the night sky

once there was a girl / who realized she never belonged in the life she was born in
to / so she left with the budding moon / and it was enough / to shape a healing