Posts Tagged ‘earwig’




eating wild plums—

the back of the mouth rucks

the lips quiver for more




in the hot springs—

letting myself soak until all I am

is a woman in the hot springs



raindrops on the tent—

I practice how to whisper love

in rain language




earwigs in the sleeping bags—

there is nothing nothing

good about this




bribing my daughter

with ice cream to hike—

each step a victory




apricots so perfectly

apricot, I clap as I taste them—

longing to be that true








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