I crawl in and curl
through inner twists, and points
that stick out like legs.
You say, 'An odd little home!'
I say, 'It fits well, for now.'
April 5
I crawl in and curl
through inner twists, and points
that stick out like legs.
You say, 'An odd little home!'
I say, 'It fits well, for now.'
2 responses to “April 5”
Those last two lines—love how they open it up, and really resonant with me at the moment!
Me, too. I am still trying to get used to being the weird girl fitting into strange places. 🙂