here and holding this.
and thinking of the talks i've had with a friend about braiding veins or wishing for some kind of device that pours what's really in your head or heart into hands, it would be something fluid, that swirls and expands, something much more than paper and ink, and so i think i understand that want for something more than language to not tell but /show/ because really, how can it know,...and again, gosh, i am off and rambling. i begin responses to poetry i've read and either am only able to leave short notes of appreciation or these babbling thoughts that i should probably be keeping to myself.
good to read you. this. ~a.