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2/10/15

Julia -

I feel so undeserving of you



2/11/15

Julia -

I feel that you think you're above me



2/14/15

Julia -

You're literally the best person in the entire world!



2/15/15

Julia -

I need you. I'm sorry I've been so stressed



2/16/15

Julia -

I am so sorry about yesterday. I have no excuse for the way I acted



2/19/15

Julia -

It's just your lack of enthusiasm for anything that makes me sad



2/20/15

Julia -

I hate myself



2/21/15

Julia -

I will always love you no matter what



2/24/15

Julia -

Why am I always the one to fall apart?



2/10/26

It was somebody's birthday, can't recall whose

I could hardly function, had to leave the party

Went silent as you apologized

This sequence has become our script

As always, our host is so congenial

And everybody staring, sharing sideways glances

So normal now, I no longer flinch



In your car you said you thought I was depressed

Hearing that, I sobbed and sobbed

Glared past your shoulder, the full moon a gleaming puddle

Of course I was depressed

Who wouldn't be, in my existence

Perched upon your impossible pedestal



I still have that notebook, the one we passed back and forth

Every page is the same

I am your savior, I am a monster

I am too right or entirely wrong

You made me an idol, assembled your version of me in your mind

Put her in the sky, gazed at her

Then turned on her

Threw rocks, screamed

Locked yourself in a room, threatened to detonate a bomb

Threw the bomb at her instead

Ran to her, wept in her arms

Asked for comfort, said you'd forgive her

And meanwhile the real me, silent on the ground

Shrunk and shrunk until nothing was left



All those years I'd planted seeds

You weren't there to see that

Now, your drought, singular to my plot of land

Trees and flowers sprung up for everyone else

I drew swirls in the dirt, hoped for an escape

Prayed to God for a meteor, a freak accident, a rapture

The hope of freedom almost extinguished, only a tiny flicker in my chest



First chance, I ran like the wind

Started new with nothing to my name

Sat numb in my dorm room every night

Ate alone, too anxious to open up

Mistrustful, acting on a hair trigger

Perpetually fifteen, encased in ice exactly where you found me

Years of sitting at my tombstone, wondering what you'd think

Would you see the weight of my endless grief

Or picture yourself a crime-less prisoner, locked unfairly in my tower



I still wake up, heart racing

In my dreams you deceive me

I end up trapped, enclosed with you in that practice room

I no longer see you as a villain

Rather, as tragedy's collateral damage

And myself a callous bitter coward who couldn't find it in her to tell the truth

I'd like to tell you I'm sorry, I forgive you

And a decade's passed, and I'm still trying to grow back again




The process of quilting involves “the joining into wholes of separate fragments of fabric” (Hedges et. al, 1987, p. 97). This mirrors the concept of the pieced-together nature of truth in folk narrative. I created a series of wall-hanging quilts representing seven people I have experienced conflict with since 2015. I assigned each person a title and characterized them by comparing each of them to an animal that has traits related to the nature of our conflict. In designing my quilts, I took inspiration from traditional quilt blocks for the borders and from allegorical images and text found on tarot cards for the illustrations. When displayed together, my series of quilts resembles a spread of tarot cards, representing the fortune I drew as my life has played out and the feeling of inevitability that has lingered with me since learning of my mom’s premonition.


Like a wolf howling at the moon, Idolator demonstrated unwavering loyalty, but also unwavering obsession. These are common associations for traits related to wolves, the animal pictured in the Idolator quilt. This is the first conflict to happen chronologically in my narrative, starting with a look into my high school experience with “2/10/15.” In “2/10/26,” I speak as a narrator who is still deeply wounded, despite eleven years having passed since this individual was in my life. In the present day, I wonder what Idolator thinks of it all now and address this individual, apologizing for my part and for my callousness to their circumstances.