At times the same place of the unbelonging place of the difficult same builds itself to a wall. I made a mistake and let all the Shoulds chatter and clatter: The stuck of stuck should be undone by now by now strong should mean more than fragile by now shouldn’t you be Out past Out past Out past.
The now of here fights me, I cleaned the shelves and now Battles and Shaky are looking for their places. Staring me down and Fragile and I stare back. New Things are expected, I tell them. Let’s go for a walk.
Now in the ache of the mess of it is when you love her better, love her defiantly, love her stubbornly adamantly in spite of in spite of.