Then I Realized (Poem)
I would dance twirling like an idiot, fun in the basest sense arms in knots, legs, hips, all out of sync. Only for love of movement, felt it had no appeal. Until he made it very clear, my dance was for his pleasure as well….
short poems
Valuables
My mother’s jacket is at my back. Faded denim stitched onto pilled felt, a gift I stole with permission. She bought it in a set of three a pair of two. I see her love in every button, but she’s just grateful it’s getting use….