as life literally digests itself.
twice before friday,
on some Earth,
in this time
we always call now.
these werds don't matter to her
anymore,
however misspelled.
the true protagonist
in all of my writing
is courage.
the courage to keep going.
the things we love
tell us what we are.
Thanks, every
one.
yesterday,
after cold expression,
I jumped up and looked around.
fall in love.
again.