Charlie Bertsch (cbertsch) wrote,
Charlie Bertsch
cbertsch

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I keep starting letters to you. But every one hurtles off the path to completion. I make it out without serious injury, my clothes snagging as I clamber up the ravine. And then I struggle back home to begin all over. Love is a record we play to death.
Tags: autobiography, prose
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