Published at Catapult, January 2018
Sometimes it is the things inside you waiting to explode, the ticking time bomb of your own mind. Parts of you are in a war against themselves and society seizes at that weakness, tugging and pulling, until you fall apart. So much of my life has been about putting things back together again, which is perhaps why I took up quilting—there is something deeply satisfying about turning abandoned shreds into something beautiful.
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