I don’t always know the shape of who I am,
but I love myself anyways.
The loose scraps of paper, on which she enjoyed writing, were liable to fly away if someone left a window open. But she firmly believed that fresh air blowing through the screens was the best– and certainly easiest– way to keep a house clean. So she allowed windows, and even sometimes doors, to be left open all hours in her household, and she trusted the breezes to loop her ideas back to her when she needed them.
Meanwhile, the cobwebs gathered in the ceiling corners, and at this rate would be pleasingly haunting by Halloween.
But soft! Who goes close by?
Be the little baby you once were,
held tight and safe in your own
Feel the breath, so close.
You are carried.
You are awash in sunlight for the
Fanny the Fruit-fly finally unfolded her wings fully.
And humanity breathed.
and it pushes
as if on a