pt. 7

I got to see some of my favorite humans today; under terribly sad circumstances. To me, femininity means emotional vulnerability with dear friends you haven't seen in months. Because loss hits us all, all of the time. And you show up. Show up.


You could have cut the air between us in half, thick as honey. Honey dripping off the words coming out of my mouth. Then slowly drenching your hands cupped beneath my mouth. Your fingers catching the honey as it spilled out of my mouth with every word I spoke of our love. Your hands cupped: filling with my honey. brimming over. too much. Holdspacefor...