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dear gd gd of my ancestors  of the people and places  i come from and love  there is a line of grief that runs from my tongue  down to my stomach it presses close to my flesh  it is grief that keeps gagging out of me  grief that twists my stomach  wet yarn  soggy and heavy  dear gd i know how we got here  dear gd i hurt in all my joints  i have felt it i think and i havent if it is silent for a moment  i weep  the night after the election  i made mashed potatoes  what else is there to do sometimes?    dear gd,  i find it hard to talk  i find i don't have the time it takes  to wait out the ball in my throat  i want to talk,  i really do it's just -  i've been practicing dentistry this week  staring into the mouth of hungry ghosts, and  i have a headache that does not let go, then releases, then clenches, then --    ebbing and receding a tide of pain creep...

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