This is about France—a tension headache that foreshadowed buzzing fingertips & weak sips of breath…a deep frustration at distance and an intense longing for presence.

This is about him—dental floss wrapped too tightly around my waist, travelling too great a distance, making it difficult to participate and impossible to settle. 

This is about home—safe, solid, & so far away. 


This is about here—an ambiguity I am still learning how to feel comfortable with.