Mine, In Other Places. My life is, in a word, sharp. On growing up with type one diabetes. I, too, know about needles.

If by real you mean as real as a shark tooth stuck. In your heel, the wetness of a finished lollipop stick,. The surprise of a thumbtack in your purse. Then Yes, every last page is true, every nuance,. I have made them up all of them. And when I say I am married, it means I married. All of them, a whole neighborhood of past loves. Read more at Poetry Foundation.

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Wednesday, January 26, 2011. My body tells me one thing, I tell it to GTH . To hell with that, I remain very optimistic. It makes me feel great, but afterwards I feel a dull ache in my chest and am tired afterwards. Friday, January 14, 2011. Then karma kicks me in the arse.

It was a dark and stormy night. Last night was particularly impressive. It was pretty spectacular,. And traffic signals are powered separately, in a Turkish powercut everything goes off. I can only imagine the traffic chaos that this must cause.