Take my hand and squeeze real hard, sister. This is how we share the cowardice of flesh: When we grind, like a pepper mill, our mutual selves Over this crushing of small bones beneath our skin. Now rewind the movie, and press that start button one more time. . . And don’t let me… Continue reading Sisters
My Rambling Mind
The train smells of wet people. Luckily there are enough carriages on the train this morning. We can all spread out, divide the space evenly. No one wants to chat on Monday morning. Me neither. Glad I found a place to sit and write. It’s dark and grey and wet outside and I see my… Continue reading My Rambling Mind
