Someone wrote in her journal that:
She wants to be a boy. She wants what her brother has. She wishes God make her a boy.
She woke up a girl, still.
The same person wrote in her journal, some years later:
(of course it is not the same journal)
She wants to blow up the whole world. This ugly, greedy world packed with pain. It is too painful to be here.
She didn’t go through with her plan. We are still here.
This She/Someone, who journaled, recently passed away.
A different someone published her journals. The book became a New York Time Best Seller. 56 weeks and counting.
The public – you and I, now, have access to the secrets of a MacArthur fellow, from when she first learned to write to when she first had a real orgasm.
She was some artist.
