Do we have to keep pretending?

Do we have to keep pretending?

Aren’t we animated by the divine?

Hasn’t the earth created us whole
made us instruments of this game?

Made us ache to play. To keep playing.

We are sent by god, born of common seed. Are we not the end of a great chain?

The beginning of a story?

Blessed to know.
Cursed to see ourselves forget.

Don’t we remember?

I’m not alone here, am I?

Stuck pretending with y’all
like we aren’t
animated star
dust.

I was Born

I refuse to turn around on my way out. A breach baby insisting I come into this world feet first. No amount of coaxing will

Body Shame

It took nearly 6 months to get a bike after moving to New York City. Riding in The City is a mix of reckless exhilaration

Left Coast

Flying east over the rocky mountains from LA. I’ll be home in NYC shortly. I wonder what it must have been like traversing the rockies