Dear Intimacy,
What would you have me know today?
i wrote this poem this morning. the instructions were to use a limited number of words and see what happens. when i was writing the poem, i was thinking about kintsugi, or the approach that japanese artists use to fix broken pottery. instead of trying to fix (or mend?) the break, the potter fills the break with gold and, therefore, recreates something beautiful. i was also thinking about the struggles i am having with miles :(