Notes on Becoming What this world could use is more windows. Anything to let the light in, really. A way to sweep past the darkening glass and Gleam. Double-paned affairs reflecting back the strange house of my heart flung open to theContinue reading “Notes on Becoming”
20 Seconds I’ve counted to twenty so many times now that my sink overflows with slippery numbers 20 second songs 20 second prayers-laments 20 second “notes to self” laughter blank stares angry words tears 20 second promises to myself and everyone else until the numbers form an equation of hope enough for the day.
I’m beginning to feel my own delicious smallness,the kind I used to think aboutwhen looking at cracks in the sidewalkor beckoning holes at the base of brick walls.The kind of minuteness that slipsthrough any prison bars.Are cocoons made to rise like yeasted bread?Are bellies formed of the spacebetween Mars and Jupiter?I want tiny finger padsContinue reading “Smallitude”