on the nature of recovery:

cinerary:

words heal, words heal-

but what, and how?

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Today I recited a poem, and my legs were shaking but I don’t think my voice did. 

It was nice.

And then I recited “Baby” by Justin Bieber to keep with my regular flow of “not being able to take life too seriously in front of real people”

For Helena, who couldn’t be there.