what keeps me alive (draft in notebook months ago)

the burning of my skin after a day in the garden, forgetting my fragility

watching her tummy rise and fall as she lays on the opposite end of the sofa, fast asleep

my hands covered in ingredients- chocolate, flour, cheese, olive oil, tomatoes, whatever…

cool breezes on warm days

fingernails with dirt underneath from playing in the dirt

thoughts of possibility, inundating my head and resting softly on my skin.

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