4/26/26

I liked it when there was less.

When the mattress was on the floor and there were no men to please.

When the living room held only boxes of unopened potential and a few framed old dreams.

When we sat on the counter because there were no chairs and no table and ate watermelon for dinner in that sticky June air.

When those we knew well were far from us and there were only the crows and God to talk to.