Opening

Opening to the tightness in my hips the weakness in my shoulders the strength in my legs /

Surrendering to the hormones in my blood the softness in my belly the crookedness of my spine /

Embracing the milk in my breasts the asymmetry of my face the truth in my smile /

Seeing light through my eyes hope through my words the future through my children.

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Here

Here

Maybe?

 

There

 

 

A somewhere 

 

That doesn't really exist.

You can't dive into screens

 

Or yesterday

 

Go ahead

 

Pretend.

 

We'll pretend, too.

 

Pretend to care

Enough to love

Pretend to see

Enough to know

Pretend to hear

Enough to listen.

 

The future 

Will never be now

And you will never arrive

If you don't stay

 

Here.