Transcript after the jump.
I have lost all my power and no longer recognize myself. I hide in whiskey and distract myself with men. I am limp, hollow, and disoriented. How do I restore my spirit? Where has my spine gone?
The beaches of this earth are littered with spines , abandoned;. )but no matter how many Whiskeys you do pour on yr wave-beaten backbone, it will not erode.but remain yrs. : Go & pick it up & lash it to you, for sometimes you must be brash & fiendly to wear what is yrs, & in that violence it too will claim you.
Previously: "Am I Actually Better Than Everyone Else, Or Just Arrogant?"
Taisia Kitaiskaia is a poet, writer, and Michener Center for Writers fellow. She's taking questions on behalf of Baba Yaga at AskBabaYaga@gmail.com.