dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Friday, September 20, 2019

birdhouse bench birthday besos


I wrote a poem about feeling like a giant around my mom and her sister.  It's about Totoro too.  Mama gets smaller and smaller.  Two months ago I was feeling like I would die soon.  Now I feel I might have more decades in me--hope so.

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