it is hard to look into the face of love never returned hard to look away hard to know what of herself she has yielded what of herself she has set aside to be here. today there are only half sentences she leaves her fingers to walk the story across the counter between us, picking…
on a path in the forest soft earth underfoot amongst sun fern edges a woman walks walks towards the light. in her heart is the forest with soft earth underfoot and there a woman walks walks towards the light. in this woman’s heart is the forest earth soft light amongst the ferns and there a…