“A woman needs to find a way of creating boundaries that is not a violation of her instinctual feeling of wholeness.”*
daring like a ballerina simple as a peach orchard she loves me like a daughter from the height of wonder I look at her with innocence like a mother I teach her how to stare in the sun to see flowers of light the fragility of colours and how stories happen in the dark the hardest part is letting go of knowing reinventing the smile words stand there not pretending tangible, waiting to be broken here is everything letter by letter
cruel and demanding like a song, like a perfume in autumn “I lend you my fairies, you lend me your arms” silk embraces uncracked choices I follow her into laughter She follows me into tenderness little exchanges, attunement, failures when to draw a line when to plunge into circles store fat miracles a grasshopper is coming in propelled by the infinite desire
“you don’t have wrinkles, mama”, she laughs a bird came to nest in your heart, don’t frown, mama let’s yell to scare baubau "should I make it yellow?"
every day she’s mapping my honesty giving me her burden of childhood and we found ourselves raw and dreaming in between hearts