Damage, today I’m obsessed with damage. The cored-out heart of the rose, not the bud or the bloom, but root to flower—   whatever’s maimed, blemished, blistered, harmed, this skin the talon, the thorn has hooked— morning’s minion, ha—   and those shreddy clouds the sky assembles only to have something fun to tear into…

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