Our Genius
It is not Salem’s fault. How can it be? – I am a part of this, just as much as he is. –
Yet all of this we have won – through our genius - feels so brittle. – As if the glass is about to crack, the snickers will not go away. And I seem - how appropriate this seeming is – in this process of dissociation – to be retreating
Going back into my box.
Hajda alone. Hajda crying.
Why am I in tears?
Yet all of this we have won – through our genius - feels so brittle. – As if the glass is about to crack, the snickers will not go away. And I seem - how appropriate this seeming is – in this process of dissociation – to be retreating
Going back into my box.
Hajda alone. Hajda crying.
Why am I in tears?
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