I starved myself once. And to find my strength I retreated into my own body, searched out the patterns lining muscles and sinews and the substance of bone.
Flesh is soft, exposed, penetrable.
My armor is on the inside and a thinning woman can turn her insides out and become invulnerable. At twenty one I fell in love with an alcoholic drug addict that had been four years sober and clean with a professional job, a house and aspirations. He was older, thirty three, and he thought I was an amazement. That first year was my fairytale. I waited ten minutes for him to come to me and when he didn't I got out of bed and walked into the livingroom to find him sitting on his pink victorian couch and smoking a crack pipe.