I remind myself you live in my body. My right palm placed above my left breast, on my chest where your love lives you bring me back into my body I used to avoid these spaces, the places my body blocked itself locked itself from feeling "She keeps her head in the clouds", they said … Continue reading New spaces
Writing is in my bones my platelets made of words. I write with the pens that are my fingers waving sigils in the air. I write with the pens that are my fingers; each finger long bones hollowed out the ink flows through inspired by the guidance by the stories my body holds.