Okay, time to let you in on a little secret. You had caught my leaping heart in your hand like a fish." Wine was flowing through the water pipes. The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leather covers. The house was full of dancing creatures, not male not female but both, two lovers in one body. The garden was combing her hair and putting on her earrings. I mean, I love Judy Blume, but at 13, I would have appreciated this depiction much, much more. If I were you I would be tall and strong and I'd never bleed like this, this shame stain pain of blood every month until I get old. I could feel your heart beating through your pilling green-and-white striped gym shirt. You took off your sweatshirt and put it around me. "I looked down at my lap and you knew what it was. But to be part of the world that she creates is a real treasure. Sometimes, that makes me feel icky and not so sure of my mental well being, seeing that her stories usually involve some sort of abuse, whether it being sexual, mental physical, and/or metaphysical. When I'm particularly down, I can pick up any of FLB's books and feel light again. This is why I love love Francesca so much. Their scalps are shaved like concentration camp ladies. The girls swarm in their black moth dresses.
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