The negative space
Between the Tibetan bowls
And my gong
Is the shape of overaries and uterus.
I’ve never had children
And never will
There’s still time
About 6 years until middle age, for me.
I had a dream that I was taking a bath
With my ex love
He spilled his seed in the corner of the tub.
I decided not to wash hair
I filled the bathtub with fresh hot water and said that I was late for yoga
A blanket I came upon at the top of the cemetery last week
My house plants. The one one the left is called crown of thorns
I’m trying to grow roots on the Wandering Jew. That is not a metaphor.
Metal scrAp collection yard. Pennsburg, PA