#nothiding

Things done in private.

Stare at the crone in the mirror,

wonder how that wild white hair multiplies so,

no idea.

Eat toast for dinner,

chocolate for breakfast.

Dance.

Try on lipsticks I no longer wear.

Ignore the phone and watch the same movie over and over.

Paint.

Build piles of books around my home,

oases. Yes oases.

Sob, weep and wail,

attempt to put my heart back together,

the gold

won’t

stick.

Kintsugi is a lie.

Write, delete, write again.

Laugh at my own jokes, I am so funny, really.

When the planets are in the right place,

cook for myself as if I were my most dearly beloved.

Ah so is this is what that feels like.

Speak to trees, hear windsong.

Dance

Pray

Breathe

Repeat

16/6/21

Painting by Miro : Woman before an Eclipse with her Hair Disheveled by the Wind