Posted in February 2018

I don’t even like football

I don’t even like football

There’s a place I go in my soul that says, honey, I left you in June where the sidewalks were hunger and failing to disappear. There’s a place I go where I can’t undo myself anymore; I can only exist in the medium space between understanding and not trying to understand, where I hold my own heart and lean into the heart of holding me. Continue reading

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