Love song

my sharpest angles have been poking out
without regard for the room I’m in or the clothes I’m wearing

and I’m feeling the full force of my not-sorryness about it.

I’ll poke.
and you can move.

all this time being mother hen to the whole world,
lining your nest with feathers,
(and yours.)
(and yours.)

I understand it may be abrupt,
all those sticks and predators.

let’s see what we’re made of.

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One response to “Love song

  1. there we go now. poke ’em out, lady. i like your grit. i like the surprise in others when we go all unapologetically prickly.

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