I am and always have been soft and slow. I absorb so much that I have built callouses. When I shed them, I am scared and beautiful and the bursts of light come out with greater ease and curiosity. I have found my way through dis-ease and I wish to…

  . Once in a hall of summer on a sticky floor rolling roaring with laughter and beaming smiles shouting into air as air . Climbing all those steps knocking at the stones front door “it’s only me, let me come in”   Carpeted floors in hallways the corners inhabited…