For that whole year I was in the weight of myself. I was a hundred and fifty pounds of sadness in a warm locality with sky and boats and sea. I was solitary and lonely. I was sixteen with holes in my head for eyes. I was so so serious. The weight of my young self was so heavy. So heavy. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org |