between grocery lists and homework assignments you will find pieces of me. Little fragments of my brain and of my ever so secret soul.
behind the electric bill receipt a little picture of a turtle or an angel or an ever-present eye, by a hand that refuses to conform.
to show bits of myself that are safe for consumption and won’t poison the life so carefully built.
that long to tell you who I intend to be and remind me there is another version of how things will turn out.