Litany of Want
I want, Rumi says. Like him, I also want a troublemaker for a lover, to be where her bare feet walk. But more than that, I want each morning chilly as I rise into it. Ablutions hot across my shoulders. For company while I write, an old dog, head on his paws and happy with scratches behind the ears. There are so many things I want. A breeze in the […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 