Goodbye, heart

Windows cranked open. B is gone again. This space feels good. This soft throw I slept under feels good.

Last night was almost too much fun. Just a group of women in a semi circle, laughing over and over again.

I am going to stomp my foot to the fiddle and the guitar this evening. Wild horses couldn't make me stay away.


I like how it makes me
feel.
How I feel it in
the back of my
throat,
throbbing at my temple,
in the webbing of tiny vein
at my wrists.