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"It Was The Best of Times, It Was The Patty Hearst of Times
(A Stockholm Syndrome Love Story)"
It wasn't so much that I loved you
as that my heart supernovaed,
my chest filling with bloody glitter
You gave me bruised stories
soft peaches
said 'this is what tender feels like'
as you stared into the deaf spot of my eye
and ground out your cigarette between my shoulder blades
We tied what had been torn
a ribbon over the trench our bodies made
My eyes closed against the flutter of you
repeating 'i am someone's fault'
We slept inside the ghosts of Koi
and you dreamed me cartwheeling
through Antarctica in the hopeful pink of a prom dress
We wrapped our bodies in Christmas lights
and fucked until we forgot what we believed in
But the forest drives past
and I can't remember your face
or how we met
I split
like a simile between your teeth
and for the ghost of a minute
i knew you.
For 46 years Hannah Wehr was a teenage runaway. In that time she did things she wouldn't force on a donkey and that includes things she forced on a donkey. Hannah is German slang for "I Don't Know." In Norway there is a saying about her: "Girl with monocle has nothing. That plant is my parents. Calling all cars.” It translates weird. Hannah spends her free time eating other people’s food, thinking about Abraham Lincoln’s hat, attacking strangers calves, making Thanksgiving dioramas, and boondoggling.
