Spit or Swallow Swingsets have always reminded me of cages, the
way the bars go across and the shadows they cast
on the sand at 5:00 dusk, little kids run
through them....I am uncertain of my writing....
I wish I had a pencil....For reasons I
have never fully understood I find it easier to
write my thoughts in pencil. I am thinking of
the time Charles told me I had no passion.
I blinked and I think he thought I was
checking a response but I was considering,
in the slow flashes of clarity that come
sometimes in angry moments, in a way he
was right. I have swallowed my passion,
subdued submerged it in favor of outer
calm. I was passionate about theatre, and I
have placed that aside. I am passionately into
S/M which isn’t something I can share with
him. And always I am passionately angry.  ¶ 3:57 AM