franny
bananafish

laughing at the snow falling, the call saying we're open for business, and my broken down boots... spring bring...me some deep sun time. dry out this welling of stale tears and soupy regret. strong arms remind me i'm soft, not this hard cold look walking head-on into trucks and busses. they pass right through. i come out the other side.

how does a woman remember she's soft? smoothe? whole?

somewhere my old molecules find yours. they mingle. they dance. they kiss. and move on through trucks and busses. pass through to the other side.