Born again
We stand in the dark. His head on my shoulder, chest to chest we sway without sound. Steps…
We stand in the dark. His head on my shoulder, chest to chest we sway without sound. Steps…
A woman’s lament regarding post partum hair loss. Hair, hair, all over the place Those long dark…
That moment. The one bursting with my wail of thanks and relief and joy. The one…
This line across my belly – It represents a change of plans. It represents disappointment, loss, A last…
