March
gives birth then
kills off
the plants while
she figures out where she stands
It's like that eerie journey of
not taking you own life
in your hands
and seeing where you land
My friend Steve says
"I'm getting upset because
I don't know who I am"
We talk about if we are complete
and the falsehoods of leaving our
interpretations of ourselves to
ourselves. Sometimes I have
moments where nothing feels real
I felt good
when Steve said
You are more than just a book deal