Untied

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"I always say I like bad painting, I like organic phenomenon, I like nature to help me as much as anything, I like fire and smoke, I would like to bite my paintings. It's beautiful to me when many things come together that I don't control."  David Lynch

Leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. Train your heart  like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl.  You have an apartment  just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away  your cracked past, Your  crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down  the bridge between your houses, you make him call before  he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take  a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it  on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying  to disappear as revenge. And you  are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade  of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong  they can smell it in the street.