I’m dancing on my fault lines, Celebrating the earthquake of imperfection Because every tremor I once feared would undo me Is the hand that shatters My false sense of self. @aloyoga #alopartner
she asked me if i’m afraid to die, i say the graveyard knows peace that a garden never could. after all, growth cracks the earth open, but i’ve never met a whole thing that didn’t shatter first. new poetry collection av...