Monologue II: Self-Examination

I can see part of myself dissolve and slip and seperate, while the other half eases into the arms of inquisition upon the value of self. For a moment, I see myself. It’s enough to be alive and watch the sun dissolve. It’s enough to be. To listen to the humming. At the heart of everything. I rearrange myself until I am on my hands and knees dripping within the nectar of self-preservation. I do my work with this body that grips to intentions in order to move beyond the burning. The transformation of a wound into fertile ground. Do you feel held? Where do you go when it becomes too much? Can you feel it? Where do you leave it when you lay down to sleep? Softly. Silently. Slowly.

Beyond all — Love is real. Take that and eat it.