If only I had been born a book or a pot of chrysanthemums, requiring only a sturdy shelf to call home, a dose of water once the soil dries to the touch. If only I could fancy a life of waiting to be plucked from the ledge. Chosen. Maybe tomorrow. If not, then eventually. ButContinue reading “NEEDY”
Monthly Archives: January 2019
TRUST ME
When I was younger, I thought love was hesitation. Was constant airplane brace position, impact anticipation, miles above mountains yet already imagining the charred stench of flesh and aluminum. Was fear of flight. Thought love was crisis prevention, apocalypse preparation, stocking up on non-perishables for the end of time. Thought love was choosing words withContinue reading “TRUST ME”
