I coaxed myself awake with kisses to my arm this morning. The way you wake a child who has fallen asleep in the back seat of the car. Gently. As if someone were wrapped around me. Lips brushing my arm
I have always loved dancing. Most often in the mirror. Watching myself. Imagining an audience. Adjusting to different beats. Exhilarated by freedom. Pregnant, I danced with Langston inside me. Hips wi
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