To the Body, to the Earth
I can find the traces of these weeks in the way I have learned to hold myself, the way I am in my body.
I can find the traces of these weeks in the way I have learned to hold myself, the way I am in my body.
The first loss is the world’s. The second is your own.
when a stranger made of pixels tells me that my poetic offspring does not make their cut, it feels as though they’ve weighed my work on their scales of success and deemed me not worthy.
