tight-roped

The tightrope between the cliffs of childhood and adulthood...I'm old enough and young enough. I'm too old and too young. I get marshmallow on my face when we make smores; when drunk I spill beer on my legs. Some nights I sleep with a stuffed animal in my bed; some nights I fuck him in it. I'm engaged to be married; I haven't yet left home.
~ Friday, February 3 ~
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We don’t get a lot of information about domestic slavery – even calling it “trafficking” dampens the impact of the words. We would rather think of slavery, a foundational national experience, as something strictly relegated to the past. The US Department of State estimates that more than 50,000 men, women and children are trafficked into the United States every year (600,000 to 800,000 worldwide.)