HOW I GET MY STRENGTH
IS FROM FAILURE
You can ask Virginia. You can ask most
anyone. They've all seen me falter. Though
still I tried, and for many a long year.
Those talks around the radiator to no
avail; they each meant so little to me:
management problems and trying to
make things run more smoothly. But
no one could really talk
-
So for all that I had to meet mothers
from Vermont whose barns had burned
down. Studios filled with spent artifacts
smoldering. The nomenclature was
brutal, but the results so unassuming.
I withered like Jesus on a cross.
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