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Ugh. Stupid health department training class thing today.
And preparing for my meetings with Dr. Knapp and an admissions advisor at UT tomorrow (a day which I will spent 15 and a half hours downtown or in transit for school stuffs...). Anyway, I was looking through Word documents for relevent writing samples, not including this
All night we sleep in salty pools, locked up, apart from each other and apart from you. I want to talk to Right about what a beautiful or ugly day it’s been, but I’m always put in the container marked “L”. When morning comes you stumble helplessly towards us and grasp us one at a time with massive, clumsy fingertips, examining me first in the garish, artificial light, then Right. If I am inside out, you outside in me. If I am wearing a tiny hair or a bit of dirt, you clean me. For this I am grateful.
My favorite place to be is fit snugly over your iris, so much a part of you that no one you meet even knows where you end and I begin. I want to give you what heredity didn’t. I want to right what years of reading in the dark and sitting too close to the television wronged. I could show you the whole world, but I know that you will soon throw me away. Right and Left will go down the drain after a few weeks, as soon as we get scratchy or torn by your own hands. But it’s not fair, Kayla. We feel every tear you shed, we show you every image of beauty, and you’re still blind to the fact.
And preparing for my meetings with Dr. Knapp and an admissions advisor at UT tomorrow (a day which I will spent 15 and a half hours downtown or in transit for school stuffs...). Anyway, I was looking through Word documents for relevent writing samples, not including this
All night we sleep in salty pools, locked up, apart from each other and apart from you. I want to talk to Right about what a beautiful or ugly day it’s been, but I’m always put in the container marked “L”. When morning comes you stumble helplessly towards us and grasp us one at a time with massive, clumsy fingertips, examining me first in the garish, artificial light, then Right. If I am inside out, you outside in me. If I am wearing a tiny hair or a bit of dirt, you clean me. For this I am grateful.
My favorite place to be is fit snugly over your iris, so much a part of you that no one you meet even knows where you end and I begin. I want to give you what heredity didn’t. I want to right what years of reading in the dark and sitting too close to the television wronged. I could show you the whole world, but I know that you will soon throw me away. Right and Left will go down the drain after a few weeks, as soon as we get scratchy or torn by your own hands. But it’s not fair, Kayla. We feel every tear you shed, we show you every image of beauty, and you’re still blind to the fact.