proud dadú
face-plant off of bench ends in perfect tuck and roll “i meant to do that!”
face-plant off of bench ends in perfect tuck and roll “i meant to do that!”
too much dinner, feels like i swallowed the full moon an early bedtime
vital as it is, when drawn at the wrong moment, the breath, it kills you
magical thinking, intuition. compare and contrast, forever
“make one up, dadú” forgiveness, it’s what we do tonight’s lullaby