Kesha reminds me: my mouth is an open wound. She reminds me not to touch it, or mind it. I think, maybe it’s not just my mouth. Maybe none of me should touch anything right now. Kesha is my confidante and my first and fifth houseguest. She has her own key. We host a feast together. We burn tokens of past loves at the end of my cul de sac, singing the National Anthem over the pyre. We pour expensive tequila over everything – the sidewalk, the open flames, our open wounds. This is the beginning of my healing process, she reminds me. She also reminds me that we’ve survived and will continue to. The trick is to leave it alone, let the world wash on you. She promises me someday I’ll barely see the scars.
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LAURA RELYEA lives in Atlanta, GA with her dog, Wolfman Jack. Her book, All Glitter, Everything, will be republished by Deer Bear Wolf this upcoming March. She both fears and respects glitter.
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Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021