i am walking the edge of the winter forest.
you, behind, preoccupied. i am gathering thin
dry branches. bark weather stripped. sun
bleached. will they snap dry. i am getting to
the heart wood with this knife.
Incidentally, the tip of a sharpened pencil settles beneath my skin and I freak because lead is poisonous and my body now houses the slow potential of danger.
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In light of the recent Jian Ghomeshi sexual assault trial, Proving You Didn't Want It illustrates the Canadian Justice System's often absurd treatment of sexual violence cases.
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