i am a largehearted person.




what does it mean? i have heart all over the place so i breathe better and spell worse
there is heart up my nose even, up my river


river river, i miss words, i have alzheimer like my slow-dying grandmother



i come into a room and i am largehearted, i am all swollen up in places and i feel everything saltier than usual. chairs are salty screechy as someone drags them to a garden

garden is green and wet



i am largehearted and fat and gigantic and my tongue makes it hard for me to breathe so hard. a boy (mine) comes in and is disgusted by my fat and swollen self. what did i do? why am i so ugly now? i wasn't ugly before. he didn't pay for this. but i am swollen because of my heart and it's a secret and he doesn't understand, so angry. he is bipolar.




some sort of song comes on and i go hide inside a furniture store from bipolar boy. he hates. he hates me. he wants to cut me all over my swollen hands to see if salty bathwater spills out.


i am inside the store and i almost fall inside. i almost fall on the baby, i am too large to be here. sorry baby. sorry. furniture sorry. you smell like leather baby.





i feel too much why? i decide to grow a shield but that's impossible. i decide to cut my brain so i forget how to feel then i grow a hard shell on my skin. i sit and let myself fall into an earthy rich pool. there i grow leaves beautiful, graceful and still. i watch myself and i water these leaves.



Today I made a mosaic sunflower. It was a hot overcast day, too hot for Autumn. We steamed under the verandah, hands grey with grout and glue, hammering and chipping tiles into shapes and patterns. Next time I will mark out some designs for other people.

Tomorrow I drive South through farmland and country towns to volunteer with another group. This time painting wooden toys at a community centre in a coastal town.

On the other days I am making things for myself. Sunday I was using model paint to paint patterns on table place mats. Monday I was making ceramic tiles carving patterns into clay and patterning with black oxide. Two friends are also busy making in clay as well as wrangling bicycle rims, wire, computer keys for sculptures.

In Spring the three of us are collecting the things we have made and selling them at the Stirling market. I need to work faster.

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