will not drunk blog.
no, no, no she will not.
she will lay her head in feathers
let the night pass through the
dignity of quiet.
Smell the latkes in her skin
gentle reminder to let things be
just as they are
to trust always
the spaciousness of dark
Really good to read your words.
ReplyDeleteLike wading into warm water that I remember loving, how lovely to read you again.
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