i feel the weight of my own hunger for meaning practice through me like a prayer. i feel, i feel, i promise myself i’ll keep feeling. i’ll keep trying to feel.
i’d like a few more years to be alive, on this earth, please. i’d like a few more springs – i think i’ve got magic to witness, air to breathe, zucchinis to grow. please let me wander a bit further.
i am always a prayer i am always a prayer. you are always a hunger.
here i am bright day, wide sigh, angled curvature of love. here i am wishworld. here i am, bundlebones. life is bold reckoning towards the sky. life is a curtain rod – stable; pulling; hanging; always meaning something.