To Mars and Back

Today she told me she loved me To Mars and back, The moon far too close to be sufficient. I remember her little crinkled nose Which she insists is nothing Like Mamá’s And her cottoned cries Made of cats and sheep Far away in a hospital room But close enough to know They were hers,… Continue reading To Mars and Back

Butterflies 🦋

🦋 I have again butterflies, tickles inside of me, a “looking forward to” heart. I have on my skin the hope of knowing that the endings, even if abrupt, are required. I will never be the same, but I learned that whoever loves you well, exists. And who does not, does not matter. That what… Continue reading Butterflies 🦋