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She couldn't own herself
until she shrunk her fear
of being alone.
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“I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud.
And I don't want to get to the end, or to tomorrow even,
and realize that my life is a collection of meetings
and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes.
I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car
with the windows open
and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing
and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now.
I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets
and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes
and read books so good they make me jump up and down,
and I want my everyday to make God belly laugh,
glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift.”
