rebirthstruck by craving for homemade pesto i stripped you of every leaf in a murderous rampage certain this would be the end of you for weeks...
tentative reopeningslowly, this illness is releasing its grip on me. i sleep past eight most mornings, reliably scarf down three meals a day. sugar is once...
a catalogue of fortunethink not of what you have lost but all you have gained. my return to three solid meals a day. the ability to sit through my afternoon...
breathehow about you take a break from chasing your dreams for a new york minute and admire the gentle giant ambling home from the dog park...
evaporationthe air stole the water i left over the course of days until nothing was left but a ring of russet residue of unfinished business