28

the one i wrote about

about to get into the cool water that i have filled my tub with, to enjoy a bath with the door open while music plays from my stereo, just down the hall.

i have a dress that i want to wear, but anywhere i go i would feel very conspicuously overdressed

a shallow book case, a wooden cabinet for shoe storage, maybe some kind of bench. a long and narrow sideboard. black wooden dining chairs

being vulnerable is a pleasurable pain

i want to give you relief and peace, security, something to feel certain about. i try to be steady because i am holding all of these desires. the wind blows and erases a little more dust from my past

i do sit here and wonder how much power i still have, in the places where i once recognised it