Was like riding through that black crushed velvet fabric I have in the loft with the sequins. In a black dress, with drips of water taking in a few strands of streetlight before falling from my nose.
It was earlier today in the dim light of the tiled bathroom that I noticed three lines that have settled into my forehead and leaning closer to the mirror noticing the tired in my eyes as if to tell me: You aren’t so little anymore, so for pete’s sake – start demanding MORE
Ever torn between my age in numbers and how I feel that I should slow down not measure my minutes for their industriousness. We’re younger than we’ve ever been before and for so much longer. That my mother, my father had to commit to life together houses together dogs cats children jobs – well didContinue reading “BUT WHAT IS IT THAT I WANT?”
When i kicked off those heels my feet filled the bleachers like a slow liquid pouring from a jar
His whisper provides a voice-over for my moments of pain, pity perplexion What does it mean what does any of it mean, collapse, surrender, scramble, make a mess of certainty