Some days I just want to stand in the rain,
and let the water wash out the pleats in my mind.

Most days my thoughts don’t come out straight.
they come to me folded over, like a note passed behind the teacher’s back five minutes to the lunch bell.

Kids today send text messages.

But, I remember when we’d bend our thoughts into triangles and squares,
when we’d hide our secrets in paper canyons,
and the intricacy of our folds would whisper the value of our words.

I remember professing my love in the feathers of a crane,
tucking my insecurities into a bow tie,
declaring my hopes to the four points of a star.

But, some days, I don’t want to make another crease.
I don’t want to be a bow tie bird wishing on a star.
I just want to say, I love you,
and hear that you love me too.

I know we all have a thousand things snatching at our attention each day, but please, for a moment, set those things aside and give Body Love some airtime. This is such a beautiful message. I hope it gets stuck in your thoughts.

It’s the end.

The sky screams the most unnatural colors,
smoldering in the heat of the sinking sun.
Heavy clouds climb over each others knees
to escape the toil of another revolution;
grasping at the tops of trees with their fat hands
in an attempt to pull themselves free of the firmament.

It’s the end.

Rivers release children into the custody of towels and minivans,
the crocuses pull their colors about slender frames, and
footballs, baseballs, and frisbees, all call a halt to their flight
to nest once again in sports bags and car trunks.

It’s the end.