it is enough to have a body, to stretch and bend my body, to drink the radiant warmth of other bodies, to press our navels together because we can grow no closer (only stronger) and a thousand tiny threads stretch from our hearts and weave together until we are cloth and cartilage and sinew until we are tapestry it is good
this was the product of a short free write i did the other day. i think it has potential but it definitely feels not finished.