David Giorgadze
lost without you pt. 15
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this body
is home, my childhood
is buried here, my sleep
rises and sets inside,
desire
crested and wore itself thin
between these bones—
I live here.
— Lisel Mueller, from “A Nude by Edward Hopper,” The Private Life
“I’ve got a hamper full of really loud mistakes and a graveyard in my closet. I’m afraid if I let you see my skeletons, you’ll grind the bones into powder and get high on my fault lines.”