Muse comes in contact when liver goes
into detox.
My first week in Montalvo Arts Center:
mountains
Saratoga
California.
Music
Food
global initiatives
indefinable.
Under the 4 windows
I read ink paintings,
observe polarities,
fight for a reason to be me.
Wings flung open late at night,
resistance dissolved.
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.
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