Sometimes I wonder: what it would feel like to be in a body with a straighter spine, an almost perfectly even bite–all the back teeth on both sides touching when clenched, a body without tattoos for strangers to comment on and having never gone to bed with anyone if drunk.
How wonderful though to be 34 and able to sit on the floor and doodle paint knock off Matisse shapes.
Extra Gluten Please 
“Our Bodies are weak and turn into dust”
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