the eccentric magician

her magic cannot be subtitled

finally, I have a place to write.

to do nothing but write. to do nothing but move & muse onto the page.

to do nothing but be twisted & distorted & disgusting.

it feels good. it feels like progress. it feels like love.

the woman I am writing as likes plain text.
she doesn’t care for flourishes.
she is guttural & heart-opening & heart-wrenching.
she is al…