Selected Works of Alexandra Lopez Iglesias

MIST

 

 

Lisa and her daughter took me in.

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I was a complete stranger, surrounded by generosity and 

A PLETHORA OF FOSTER KITTENS,

I felt utterly undeserving. I tried my best to be invisible, to not disturb the ecosystem in which I did not belong.

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I had only enough courage to sit alone in my room and write out a personal inventory.

RESENTMENTS

FEARS

SEX

It was long and it was thorough, and it left me with 

LITTLE ABILITY TO INTERACT WITH OTHERS.

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Nothing about the situation made sense,

except that it was in this dreamlike state of 

EXTREME DISASSOCIATION, protected and held, that I was able to tread lightly in the physical realm, but fiercely inward.

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I ventured out the front door on

Oakwood Avenue with great frequency, always south, feet propelled, directionless but aware,

LIVING IN A CONSTANT STATE OF INTROSPECTION,

I slowly entered a symbiotic relationship with the mountain and its ever changing temperament.

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By the time the cold mist came and lingered I was so intertwined and in tune with my surroundings that I too felt like a particle suspended in the chilled air...

TIMELESS AND SILENT.

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