Kristen Orser

Dear regret,

A paper cut to the wrist and it would be all over. 

                                    Did you give up the goose?  The worse thing is how much everything feels like murder:  The milk soured.  This week I cut myself open and there were bones the shape of question marks. 

                                                                        : You can't divide the symptom from the sickness, but you can put a wire hanger into your body and pull out undesirables. 

            Cheers for an empty room (!) where I spent my girlhood undressing the cowboy.  We're all just human pacifiers. 

The beginning of the book is O plus imagine plus I forgot to take my contacts out, but it looks like we are seeing something foggy.

                                                (I dream my shirt off and finally see what I look like):

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