The first and most important thing that happened to me when I got to San Francisco was that I learned what it felt like to be alone and penniless, to have no tie to the world but fear, hunger, and need.
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My Love Language is Midwestern (and other poems)
nervous people are addicted to bragging in public about unconditional love
as it relates to their new dogs
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The Love We Deserve
“I don’t want him in this house,” my mother said. It was within that month-long period after Thanksgiving and before Christmas, and she was talking about my boyfriend at the time.