I don’t like the feeling of warm laundry. Having
pruned fingertips can cause me brief paralysis. The tickling of grass blades against my ankles will have me hyper focused on my feet as I walk, sometimes unable to remember to watch where I’m going. A clunky fork can steal my appetite.
Sometimes there is a perpetual shriek that lives
inside me. One that is triggered by the battle of
climbing mou...