“My heart hurts and my shoe is untied”


Everything in excess.

Filling up shelves and floor corners with books and prints

Thrift-store sweaters. Scarfs. Hats. Tiny white summer shirts.

Cataloguing words in my heart space. Using them to reveal forgotten truths.

Conversations that unwind and spiral into turning inside out on vulnerable display

Babies. Babies.

Dogs smiles. Hungry kitten howls.

Half-drunk coffees.


Old Fashions and extra Luxardo cherries.

Baths. Sometimes for the thrill of full body warmth, and the self-aware privilege and deep gratitude for clean steam.

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