homemade brownies. okay, from a mix.
to every hug, add four seconds.
worry is warranted. (i fall sleep with one hand holding the other).
remember when you looked up at the stars and felt lost and found, coincident.
remember your unruly body is still a garden
and you, yourself, amidst, not center;
that a seed is likewise cold and hard
and likewise cracks,
opening to spring.
I hold this dearly