2 years ago. January 27, 2022 at 1:39 AM
It’s not the things we put inside ourselves. It’s not the food or the sliver of soap I used to cause pain there
It’s the things we listen to and feel. The music and the strangers’ hands I put on my swinging hips
I think I’m in a better place already. The best place. And I feel a connection to this music, my bare feet moving in my kitchen.
Hold the pink rose in the palm of my right hand. Send all my doubt there