Remember you are water. Of course you leave salt trails. That water seeks scale, that even your tears seek the recognition of community. . .
Let there be tenderness in which this, the loveliest part of your being, will bloom
A brief dance with sugar, to honor the legacies of coping that got you this far. . . A walk in the world, all that gravity, with breath and heartbeat in your ears; Fire, for all that can be written.
Moonlight—the more full the more nourishing.