Today I have returned to myself, the weight of your passing, a wound still healing. 30 days have passed. Today, 30 minutes I moved, releasing
You two need to get on a treadmill, you saywe two are washing dishes, making chai facing away from youYou two are standing behind us,
In the darkness, I awaken to visions of you alive, thriving among all the people, your friends especially Those I’ve only just now met in
The lid on my head is heavy, keeps me under a constant state of bringing to a boil. The comfort of this cycle is a