Maybe I'm an idiot
There has to be a balance
Stay in the new moment
I've coined a new term
These roads in spring and fall
I mean that's the thrust of it
tongues water from the large silver bowl
c catharsis
c and crying
c backwards
on my knees in the kitchen
under the dusty globe lights
I think it's really gonna catch on
Why can't I take good care of myself? Who says?
I don't need permission
Maybe it's a foil
the wanting and not having
witch hazel sprouts yellow tufted flowers in winter
imagine. yellow flowering in the snow
Please tell everyone I love them
I'm really glad you came back
