Concealing storms underneath the feet, slippery with mustard seeds, walking on Edges crease, burning holes with use. There is a pontla* throbbing between the palms That can be carried everywhere, that burden of dreams that seep into A womb that speaks quietly to the feet,…

I like who I am where I am how I am Comfortable in my own skin I used to take for granted Understanding that is not the norm for so many Not a brag or boast – just recognition that I get it Like Sammy…

Wherever you are Is where I’m most at home. In your embrace I feel loved And in your presence I’m known. You can’t take a fish out of water And expect it to live. And I would feel so home-less without the love that you…