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Today’s draft is inspired by aging and travel and the frustrating inconsistency of women’s clothing sizes. There are drafts that I think are just collections of ideas or metaphors I like, that will eventually be divided up among a lot of different pieces of writing. I think this is one of those drafts — a placeholder for future pieces.
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIt's so far away, I tell myself,what business do I have to go there?I've been there before, I answer,I know how to handle myself.Before, I say (from an airless safe space),not with this body.Not with these aging bones,this dropped flesh, spilling out over criminally mislabeled underwear.Not you. I could listen. Or -- I could crouch over the remnants of the flame I used to live by(the one that almost burned me to a crisp)gently breath on it until it catches -- just enough --throw that other voice into the fire(along with the pinching underwear)walk off with the heat warming my back.