clinging to worth a vine narrowly chokes me with doubt about what happened when I left myself out in the rain When I lay on a bench...

You may have seen her painting— legs and feet stick out from the canvas edge, surrounded by ripples of water or cascades of fabric,...

I look back at her unsuspecting face So busy A buzzing bee Tending her garden Spreading pollen To help everything grow Except herself So...

Have you felt the scar yet? The tissue is tough, The skin is tight. You are afraid to. That's okay. Take it slow. Here... just a finger....

Squish me like a lump of clay Deflate me like a balloon Break me like a weed in a storm This life has torn me up and spit me out And I...