Evolving

I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… Not love at first sight exactly, but - familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you.

I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.

I am a disgusting thing. Smelling of sweat. Allowing food to drip down my chin as I eat. Wearing torn lingerie. So what. This is my softness. This is my femininity.  Dirt-stained and sprawled out in front of me. So loud the neighbors can hear it next door. Take it in.  I am a delicate dirty thing  whose mouth is too full for apologies.