To All the Coffeeshops I’ve Called Home
I drove past the third places that I’d grown up in and, through the eyes of an adult, saw a person shaped by spaces that are in-between.
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The desire to be a mother is now something that lingers inside of me, an omnipresent hunger.
I take off the effects of the day, the echoes of wind, sleet, and snow. I pamper my skin, urge it to replenish and heal. I am asking myself to brave another day.