Lisa Burstein

This Be Where I Blog


on September 16, 2012

We went to work, hobbling like hobos on the side of the

road, scattering like little bugs on the shoulder of the highway.

Ginny yelled through her megaphone as we worked, telling us

to view the trash we picked up as a gathering of all the souls

we affected with our drug use. To see each piece as one more

person who forgave us. I picked up an empty box of adult diapers and wondered

who that was supposed to be.

I tried to do what Ginny asked, but it’s hard to heal when

you’re supposed to find significance in picking up a used



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