Morning be damned. I'm drinking coffee and not sleeping until I'm done. I need this, I need to feel hot, like I'm on a porch in Iowa City. I need to feel the pressure of words. I need to be gutted. Tomorrow is for princesses and ponies and weathering toddler storms. Tonight I crawl back to me. Thank you, Lidia Yuknavitch.

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