"Against Love" in Sweet Tree Review​​ (August 2020)

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Love and hate are part of the same delusion. An optical illusion. A way of seeing and re-seeing. You’re a master of this art. You plaster over the past, and then you scrape it off again. You shape everything into love and tear it down when the edges start to crumble. Your hands are raw. The room is ravaged. You’re alone again. What have you done?

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