Last night I meant to stay up late and write until my fingers were clawed and cramped and begging for mercy.

I fell asleep at nine, right after saying prayers and singing songs and wrapping a blanket around my shoulders just for a little bit.

Weekends are so sweet, and short. My brain still pushes me to write and ideas still roll around but I really have to put firm stainless steel lids on them just to get some rest.


"... all my lovers were there with me, all my past and futures."

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