Most days I wish I didn’t have to get up in the morning

Days where the only thing I ever have to worry about ******* up

is descending stairs gracefully

It was our fathers who told us not to feel

until the day we see them cry

It was our mothers whose wombs fill so fast

we explode back out before we are finished

If I ever find those missing pieces

I’ll dance

Long

And fast

if I ever find the fundamental filaments that keep me from bursting at
the seams

I’ll breathe

Descend stairs gracefully

I have been told that there is power in story

The best way to tell one is to leave out the *******

Let it speak for itself

The little things

The unimportant things

will bleed out

Beauty

"Start at the corners," she said,
"Work your way to the center
Sure

The dog’s head is missing

The birds aren’t in the trees

It doesn’t mean they’re not there"