June 2012
29 posts
Hm
By the end of this summer, none of my family will live in Minnesota any more. Where’s home when it isn’t, any more?
Monday, This Way
I am the queen of self sabotage,
tweezed hearts and heavy bangles, a mess of knotted chain.
A little dish on my dresser and a glass shaped cat,
stored your heart and your heat once before.