From 5c21c972d4759f86bfae9c7c589cfb5ac8db0a2e Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Madison Scott-Clary
Sometimes my apology will fail, my graphomania will get the better of me, and I will spill my words on to pages, onto screens, into books and essays and notes.
I’ll litter online spaces with evidence of my presence. I’ll write my missives and leave them in public for my friends to find, little notes that very carefully do not contain any I-love-yous.
-Will you cut off, leaving my note to spin its fractal math inside you?\footnote{\cite{14}}
+Will you cut off, leaving my note to spin its fractal math inside you?\footnote{\cite[14]{duino}}
I write and write and write, and then I fret and fret. My adversary, my makyō sidles up to me, their movements a smirk, brushes my hair out of my eyes, tuts.