I don't take steps for granted.
In a body so longing, like it has been forever.
This happiness it eludes us, we had it once but to hold it is to lose it.
It's sold because we've used it.
Be still my body, my best friend - the past is not a material thing.
To those who lie in Florida: The rain it may not hold you but it was there when it told you we'd miss you when they stole you.
I don't recall your leaving.
I am still laughing.