I keep asking myself, who am I to write this? Who am I to address anybody? I don’t even think I have any well-thought out objections to writing, just a knee-jerk desire to keep my deeper wells protected from the prying eyes of skeptical spectators- including the ones in my head. I didn’t used to write with this much trepidation, but violence- emotional, mental & literal attempts on my life- has tried to teach me that nobody cares about the webs & angles & angels & alignment