 Good hurt. Showing me the ropes. The shit I wrote is censored. Sincerely yours. I'll be counting blackbirds along the course. The love I give is transferred. When I was born, my mama said I didn't hurt. My father scorned. Taught me how to love the earth. How to love me first. Live a living curse. The feeling lovely. Word. Moving swiftly down this road of life. Another turn. Another trip around the sun. Another castle burned. What?