desire turning into decision
at once terrifying, free
I am moved
at once terrifying, free
I am moved
into the path of turning knives
their rhythms familiar
I am here
afraid of turning the page
my mind un-scrolling
I am opened
like a hinge into the world
I've been here before--
I return once more
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Pic: Max and Huck, my writing companions, snoozing in the sunshine.
3 comments:
Cute.
You have more willpower than I do. I would be on the floor napping with the pups!
Thanks, Gillian.
Engie--that's so adorable!
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