fictionalizing confessions
As a new plot clearly unfolds, I am moved to step back and listen. While words easily flow to reveal my thoughts and feelings, I find myself occupying the pregnant space of my newfound silence. Being in the pause, slow but brief outbursts. As I study the fiction of these last five days, I forcibly pull my feet on the ground or curl up in the safety of my womb only because I want to be pragmatic this time and see how it goes.
