from my father's father's side i get one of my worst faults - a need to be heard at the expense of listening.
my grandma said that at the kitchen table at the old farm, it was impossible to get a word in edgewise between those 13 people.
i try to let go of my want and just be receptive, empty. but i do not truly let anything go - im just being passive-aggressive because when the other person keeps talking i start to feel sick to my stomach, like im about to throw up.
that of the virgin slut / scribo ut destituam