i could look at this bunny all day and smile
i want to make myself a shawl like this, and i want to live in long scarves and wraps
i put nutella in my coffee this morning
this man's poetry and the story of his marriage to jane kenyon speaks to a place inside me that had, until meeting his words, no language (how do i contact him? i want to write a letter).
what the walls hold
acid, i imagine
pulling, rowing, on an icy river
bend over, grab whatever you can
the wind, the wind, the wind
in the hallway, the
ghosts' shadows on the
a ladder of birch
a wreathe of branches and winter
i love her, i love her
the walls hold ringing
do you know what i would like for my birthday?
and this octopus shirt (in gray, size ladies medium)
and maybe a new yoga mat. mine has a hole.