“I love you.” “I know.”

watched a carrie fisher stage show and the next day she had a heart attack.

wished for nothing except freedom from a weak link in the chain mail. a chained ankle. now resolved for the year. 2016 was supposed to be a victory lap around 2015 but instead became a mad, tortuous exercise in containing rage and conquering flaws. overcoming impulse and enjoying what’s present. stripped of what powered my brightness and left a quiet heap of madness to be sorted through. like an old box or a ransacked house.

she was our first real taste of a love slave, a princess an armed goddess, calculating, fighting, driven, beautiful.

12/26/2016