it always is.
I put my hand in the fire.
As an artist.
still wanting to be loved.
death's certainty is a weird concept.
it's the only thing that will happen without change.
I can lose weight, whiten my teeth, pick up the guitar.
but I can't live forever.
broken arm.
that's new.
right above the elbow.
of course.
strange steps.
I have heels.
I wonder if my mailman (her name is Pam).
thinks about mortality.