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		<title>Entitlement</title>
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I dissociate.  I am not a prepubescent girl being molested.  I am not a woman being raped.  I am a steady, calm voice.  I am large and empowered.  I draw my breath to bring my shoulders squarely down from my ears.  I look for ground to claim within my mind.  Here.  Here is ground where I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=anytree.wordpress.com&blog=5175894&post=156&subd=anytree&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>It&#8217;s like pulling teeth</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You cannot predict the way each first will feel.
Ten years ago was the first Thanksgiving since Dad died.  I know we went to someone&#8217;s home, but I do not remember whose.  I know we smiled without feeling warm.  We prayed without believing.  We ended up at a Waffle House because there is no correct thing [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=anytree.wordpress.com&blog=5175894&post=149&subd=anytree&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://anytree.wordpress.com/2008/11/15/its-like-pulling-teeth/</link>
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		<title>Unsettling moments with bodies</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m laying on the couch with you, my head on the pillow you say you&#8217;re using to cover your belly.  Earlier in the night, I was on my knees kissing that soft belly.
I haven&#8217;t seen you in two years.  We&#8217;re sitting across the table from each other, sharing sushi.  You lean in and say to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=anytree.wordpress.com&blog=5175894&post=141&subd=anytree&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://anytree.wordpress.com/2008/11/13/unsettled-moments-with-bodies/</link>
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		<title>Wild Eyed</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He grew up in Georgia&#8217;s southern woods.  He snuck around between trees and learned how to catch feral cats.
I would go to his bed late at night and leave before the sun tried to rise.  He didn&#8217;t know where my home was, where I came from or where I was going.
You can&#8217;t catch a feral [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=anytree.wordpress.com&blog=5175894&post=129&subd=anytree&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://anytree.wordpress.com/2008/11/02/wild-eyed/</link>
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		<title>Call and Response, Atlanta to Utrecht</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I tell you that I am a mess.  &#8221;You are, but it&#8217;s okay.&#8221;
I feel immobile.  &#8221;Are you dressed?  To your shoes?&#8221;
I am too far behind.  &#8221;Progress, not perfection.&#8221;
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		<link>http://anytree.wordpress.com/2008/10/28/call-and-response-atlanta-to-utrecht/</link>
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		<title>Anatomy of a Bruise</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The bruises on my breast are fading, so I am writing smut in biology class.  A few nights ago I iced the places where blood seeped out and histamines swelled.  I fell asleep with an ice pack on my right breast.  The sharp cold reminded me of who its need came from.  I&#8217;m mentally tracing the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=anytree.wordpress.com&blog=5175894&post=117&subd=anytree&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://anytree.wordpress.com/2008/10/28/anatomy-of-a-bruise/</link>
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		<title>Tightly bound</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m wearing remnants of the school girl outfit I arrived in.  My discarded clothing is strewn over three rooms of the kinky basement.  I&#8217;m squirming and smiling on top of some vintage medical table that was once used for setting bones.  My legs are spread by equipment that reminds me of gynecologists and pap smears.  I could comfortably spread them [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=anytree.wordpress.com&blog=5175894&post=98&subd=anytree&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://anytree.wordpress.com/2008/10/26/tightly-bound/</link>
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		<title>Collecting you</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s Wednesday night and I am across the table from you, gulping down chamomile tea.  I take my time studying your voice and your words.
It&#8217;s Thursday night and I&#8217;m walking toward a closed intersection at a protest.  I take my time studying your ass and the almost silly yellow marshall stash across your shoulder.  A [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=anytree.wordpress.com&blog=5175894&post=90&subd=anytree&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://anytree.wordpress.com/2008/10/25/collecting-you/</link>
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		<title>To Have Without Holding</title>
		<description><![CDATA[To Have Without Holding
Marge Piercy 
Learning to love differently is hard,
love with the hands wide open, love
with the doors banging on their hinges,
the cupboard unlocked, the wind 
roaring and whimpering in the rooms
rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds
that thwack like rubber bands
in an open palm.
It hurts to love wide open
stretching the muscles that feel
as if they [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=anytree.wordpress.com&blog=5175894&post=84&subd=anytree&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://anytree.wordpress.com/2008/10/14/to-have-without-holding/</link>
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		<title>How Mountains are Climbed</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mountains should be climbed with as little effort as possible and without desire. The reality of your own nature should determine the speed. If you become restless, speed up. If you become winded, slow down. You climb the mountain in an equilibrium between restlessness and exhaustion. Then, when you’re no longer thinking ahead, each footstep [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=anytree.wordpress.com&blog=5175894&post=81&subd=anytree&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://anytree.wordpress.com/2008/10/14/how-mountains-are-climbed/</link>
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