I often want to, but know I won’t, apologize for the undignified pieces of me. The ‘you’re not welcome here, but please don’t ever think of leaving’. The ‘you batter and beat me, but this heightened violence is too surreal for me to abandon’. I do not hold any remorse for the inconvenience you were met with when you realized I look at you the way sunflowers do the sun. What kind of god shrinks away from the love they demand?
on how to achieve a tampered peace/piece of mind










