“When i discovered you and you discovered me, an ancient circle closed, an ancient belonging awakened and discovered itself. This is the more sacred language of the soul for togetherness and intimacy…” — John O’ Donohue

Much to my mother’s horror while I grew up and almost consistently chose gangly looking boys, I have always found the most beauty in imperfections. A flashing row of teeth with that one squiggle tooth or a big old cheeky gap. The softness and vulnerability of a strong man’s balding head. Hand mushed jewelry that

Bag lady you gone hurt your back / Dragging all them bags like that / I guess nobody ever told you / All you must hold on to / Is you, is you, is you

… I decided as a game to remove all words from my head. The noises around me I no longer attached to an explanation or description. Senses started to blur, names for everything that is named disappeared… and I found myself in a space that felt like my body, the bathtub water around me, the