Stephanie wrote a poem a few months ago about me. I think it is called A Suit of Clothes. It is in her new self published book called Feral and Freaking. Perhaps she will send me the links and I will attach them to this post.
The poem is about her long term mistake that I am a good man. I tell people all the time that the real me is pretty crude and gross. I’m not sure why that has come as a surprise to her just recently. Six months ago she argued that my authentic self was love and light, and that I’ve just forgotten that. Her poem is about how I practice goodness without being good inside. I warn people about that all the time. Apparently that recently became a deal breaker and she needs to divorce the man who knows Pascal’s Wager is solid philosophy. But that’s a post for a different day.
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