The urge to write grips/ my mind like an araldite,
There are waters I need to navigate, lessons I’ve begun to learn.
Why would a bear suddenly appear in Brentwood Village on a Thursday afternoon and begin mauling/killing/consuming denizens willy-nilly?
It resonates that my deeper dive into realism is the result of the growing urgency in everyday life.
I will be a bitch for a few more hours, until he falls asleep sitting up on the couch.
There’s something about him, how he travels through the galaxy alone…
A non-exhaustive list of the things that make us human.
I trust that the words will come.
He had seen me naked a million times.
My banshee daughter is attacking the day.