There are days when the camera lens can’t even catch
the length of me.
Sitting here, hair washed.
Trying to show up.
Trying to hold the thread.
Trying to exist in a space that might not be mine
next week.
The walls are patched.
The YFN Mailers didn’t come back YET.
Today the thread looks like brushed hair : – )
I paused the world to sit with the crown and the wall behind me waited too.
