field_guide_for_becoming_a_person raze first, acquire a wound. nothing so severe that it ends you before you've begun. something you can carry and care for through all the years of your unravelling. take time to learn the language of loss. not so you can speak it, but so you'll understand the significance of a circle when it closes at your feet. gather fistfuls of fear and temper them with joy. trample grief and weightless wonder with your teeth to know their taste. swallow what can't be safely said and shit out stars. one for every buried thought that whispers what you are. toss stones in the stream and study the shape of your face, reflected and refracted by the loneliness of never being left. fight against_forgetting what it is to be wild. and dare to die each day so the night might stitch you back together better for being broken. 260620 what's it to you? who go blather from