Dangerous Compassions


I just want to stay home, write letters, cook delicious foods.  I used to like being out a lot.  We’d go to the library, the park, a cafe.  Just to be out.

I guess I turned into a hobbit.

We took our houseguest to the airport this morning.  I stubbed my toe on a stepstool.  My tongue keeps getting weirdly swollen painful taste buds.  Hurts.

I’m wearing the red warmness that used to be my mom’s.  Feels like a hug.  I wish fall would last forever.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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