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Full Moon Magic (Heartbreak Ritual), 2020


Roses are red

and red is for whores and communists.

Red, like the blood stains I left on your sheets.

Red, for love, heartache and

the pain I feel in my heart as I think of you now.

Red is for the fury and rage that sparks riots and revolutions.

Red is for Oregon's skies filled with fire and smoke.

My grandmother wore a red wedding dress

because she was not a virgin, but an unabashed feminist.

And as her descendent, I promise to let go of my fears of "ending up alone".

I promise to resist relying on one person for my happiness

and to give my all to community.

to revolve my life around vulnerability, intimacy, and friendship.

I promise to always keep creating.

And as long as I have the sea to embrace and hold me, I no longer need you to.

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