this year came to me as, of all things, the bone deep unseen ache in your ass the day after doing squats.
Tag: therapy
disturbed
it once disturbed me when I, all at once, discovered it
unspeaking
like a yawn that makes your fingertips tingle just before you slumber
birds
what bitter truth for baby birds that no one can learn to fly for them
alone
how tempting it is to blame others for the loneliness of life
reality
the degree to which I am able to grieve
portals
in the same way
brief becoming
does the germinating seed resent the surface?
joy
sometimes I fear I’ll never learn how to truly handle the joy
maybe the mop
maybe the mop? there’s soot everywhere it’s under my nails and under my soul where I shoved that self I swore to punish
SO VERY HUMAN 