A sister is hoping. For stillness and slowness. A soft gaze. An inner leaf’s unfurling. Clarity, and ease.  Sanctuary.

SPREADING pressure contact by the tips of my fingers and squared edge of your thumb, hairs matt and clipped through torn tracks in my elbows and knees, freshly formed and reformed. The new flesh unfurls and smiles away, reveals a mouth of rose and scarlet soft, slick to the air…