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Difficult Disguises

Jun 27, 2005

A little boy beaten black and blue by his father runs onto the street and throws stones at a hungry puppy who learns that night to snarl.

Hate is love's most difficult disguise. Beneath the viciousness of the father's hand lies a wounded vulnerability. And cruelty is the quick costume of a child crying for help. If I can't hear this- that deafness becomes my answering cry. The stone I must Not throw at the world.

Even if you were to draw me a map and explain it to me in big block letters I am still very capable of getting lost trying to find your house/the bus stop/the post office. I get lost very easily mostly because I don't pay enough attention to directions. And maybe love can get preoccupied like that too. Maybe hate is just love that got distracted missed the street sign took a wrong turn and lost its way.

(When it finds me please help me remember all this)

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