It’s been awhile since I found you in my dreams since I heard you in my ear
yet here we are
stories carry waves that shadow time a clothespin digging into my side tingling skin and brushing breeze the geography of ghosts soft skin of give the geometry of fit scratchy timelines woven lifelines staggered breath of now know a different way to go
all the shapes + little helper hands. There is so much I could say about body autonomy right now with this hack of a Supreme Court running bullshit and smaller courts around the country going backwards on trans rights. So much to hold right now and there are days to feel the full weight of this moment in history. But for now, it’s water colors and quiet talks.