reflections on worth – Page 2

My therapy fish, Red

This stuff that’s unresolved…can be talked out best with a goldfish.

“I’m not a racist. I have a lot of black friends. I work with a lot of black people.”

she finds a spot that feels safe…literally…an inch…from the spot I had tried to hold her…

I think I’m here just to be alive. To see it. Hear it. Feel it. All of it. Even when it hurts.

(poetic prose)

Whom shall I love? “Whichever one needs it most in the moment.” For she or he is the Christface set before me.