How do I summon my narrator?
She's the one who writes the good ****.
Her voice is breathy
sultry
But it's mine too.
She's connected to the world
to the water
to the earth
to the wind
She feels.
She feels how soap slips on her skin
and how her teeth need to be brushed
and how her hair needs to be torn apart.
She senses more of what's going on then I do.
If I could be her I would.
I tried.
I tried to be connected like her
But I know that's not me.
That's not who I am.
I'm denim and cotton
While she's soil and grass.
When you pretend
You just end up with disappointment
And desperate wishing.