New Orleans
We Would Wake Up Pink
Free of that lingering itch of/ Having forgotten something/ That feeling which means/ Something is truly gone
Free of that lingering itch of/ Having forgotten something/ That feeling which means/ Something is truly gone
I want to agree,/ but ripples over there you can see/ the white caps of a dark, purple wave
As a mother, I cannot find the ground in every moment. This space sometimes feels like a tight cage, and sometimes it is nothing but wide open space with no boundaries at all.
