Dear Self

Dear Laurie, Last night, I was not very nice to you. Your soul ached and groaned and begged for relief. I am uncertain sometimes still. I really feel inadequate to give you what you need. I had no idea what you needed last night. You were on the edge of the abyss and I just …

my hands are small

It's not metaphorical. It's true. I have tiny hands. Size 4.5 ring finger. And they can't dot things neatly, like that title up there that sits, balancing, without a period to stave off the anxiety of no ending. My hands can't stop uncertainty. "My world keeps spinning around." like the lyrics of this song that …