amazing that we have conditioned ourselves
to stop falling in love
with things that create beginnings and endings
and here we are again
in the beginning
as a human, that first
the warmth
the sun.
of me, little by little little bites sinking into old wounds every time and I let her because just like the trees open their hands to the...
is write little books, is what I heard the husband of a friend say once. that's all she does, all day he said and she laughed and I...
Bring in your dead, she said. So I dragged my lovers out of the warm cocoons of my sheets out through my crooked legs and my sweat-soaked...
Comments