When you talk me I am smile. Sometimes tears. Empty rumblings from stomach and soul. When you look me I am life. Look me. Talk me. I am love. And you. You too.
I my think I am stumby. Rumby wobble and lumby down. All my smiles sometimes frown. Looking up to down. And I know I am not. Sometimes I fast and fly, smile teethy and ha! Today I am stumby and glop. No go no, just ugh and slump. Here is here and there is far. Close eyes I fall back low and go to tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow, me. Maybe so.
She leaned in close and I could smell her neck, her hair, feel her lips touch my forehead, then my cheek, then my lips. My soul reached up to pull her body down, but it was too thin, too insubstantial to take her. She slipped her hand behind my head and lifted me slightly, just enough to pour the tiny cup of sleep between my useless lips. She lowered me softly back to the pillow and I sunk into the bed and disappeared.
Hello, friends. I hope you’re well.
Later. Love.
