jpenick999
my bookshelves speak of me in a way other things do not. cannot. of all my sides, my ways, my words. one day i will have a book of my own up there, my name scribed on the side. the name i took when i married. it will be me.
we connect like the sinews that hold tooth and gum, heart and lungs, bone and flesh. when you eat, that suck and swallow, that sinew we entangle between our breast and tongue