i am thinking of spring, of warm light coming through my windows and sprawling out on my bed as i soak it in. iβm thinking of cold shadows and leaves barely coming in on the trees. i canβt wait for spring but i am grateful to january for giving me so much time this year.
have you tried it? have you tried it? can you taste it? have you embodied it? have you clocked in your 200 carbon emissions of love today? well? have you?
picture this:
girl, in underwear.
chicken, on counter.
window, open.
eating, with hands.
prayers, spoken.
the girl is me and i am the girl, maybe the chicken is me now too because it is in me
