
04/09/2024
The table.
The towel.
The soft creaking of fibers.
Folds.
Extended.
Softening your landing takes practice.
Practice and practice.
A sigh of your breath.
Lay it all beside you.
Sink into your skin. The swaying warmth, and feeling something, something unnamed.
Loosen at the edges.
become. Unfolding the shape.
Invite everything to come here.
You don’t need to burst open to find the small joys.
Sink, sink, sink.
Sooth your frayed edges with a little eye dew.