Running into the parking lot at midnight barefoot and heartbroken isn’t enough to demonstrate a talent for suffering; there will always be something that died screaming to remind you of that.
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Christina Collins lived most of her life on the West Coast until the omnipresent terminus of the sea became too demanding. She currently resides in Minneapolis where she writes, paints, and takes pictures of beautiful strangers without their knowledge. She is the founder and poetry editor of Lockjaw Magazine. She tweets at @PoorSelfControl.