Judy Blume

as coming of age is a mansion where the dark seeds are put to be reaped, so too is childhood as a young girl... perhaps all this religious investigation will reap the fruit of a pious nature or perhaps inspire thus more her yearning to connect to both the exterior and interior? what makes young girls desire the touch of death ? the blood that becomes a crooked river ... the facets of flesh or to continue a monolgue and give it life where she becomes a siren in her threaded story of wholeness and separateness- to pull the volleying life forward and watch its eddies flow or pierce us back as though crimson sky, a heavenly place where there are only god and the aparition of being a unique person where we can chide and dismantle Him as if we are still of the younger. When we wrought (pursue) the life of intrigue and although still wanting, we still have our essays on god as a mode or deeper seeded meaning towards, as in a map, the philosphers stone that we wear now and again as a diadem or on our chests still burgeoning like an internal heart perhaps. In our bodies like skin prined as though a jewish new year or a baptism we never agreed to until we saw god force our hand to merely prove we could… (more)