She holds her thumbs inside each fist to hide the scabby nubs. The moist environment of her hands squeezed tight hosts the spread of the tiny warts that bubble tentatively alongside her nail bed and lower lip. Her hands always seem to be in need of a wash; dirt and paint hide wherever they can …
Tag: Duality
Jolie Laide – 30 Years Later
An earlier post described an experience of snooping where I discovered a journal entry describing me as Jolie Laide. I was fifteen. As an empath, I don't worry about what other people are thinking as much as I absorb so I was able to process what I was feeling. Those few seconds were a …
Jolie Laide
When I was fifteen, I hosted a French exchange student in my home for a week. Dmitri looked just like the drawings of Jean-Claude in my Tricolore text book with his wavy long hair and hawkish nose. I was crushing hard despite his matchy-matchy pastel sweatsuits that looked like baby onesies. Toward the end of …
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