Muse comes in contact when liver goes into detox.
My first week in Montalvo Arts Center:
Under the 4 windows
I read ink paintings,
fight for a reason to be me.
Wings flung open late at night,
Tomorrow, we will battle again.
Eden and I had a conversation on the difficulty times in our 30s.
Out of the presumptuous, not yet reclaim oneself,
I too feel like a snake having a hard time shedding her old skin.
Identity butchers the spirit.
We stayed late and danced.