a poem
"Your knuckles in my rib
Sunshine hairs on your arm
The blood of our baby
Desert night in rain"
... beat beat beat... end end end..
Oh, Maggie, potente poesía. Powerful grief. And beautiful.
And the video!
Love, my dearling!
I know exactly what u r feeling
That makes me feel less alone. I’m sorry you know but also- lucky, right
"Your knuckles in my rib
Sunshine hairs on your arm
The blood of our baby
Desert night in rain"
... beat beat beat... end end end..
Oh, Maggie, potente poesía. Powerful grief. And beautiful.
And the video!
Love, my dearling!
I know exactly what u r feeling
That makes me feel less alone. I’m sorry you know but also- lucky, right