
I’m still waiting for that Eureka Moment.
They look like mummies.
They look like seeds.
They look like leaves.
They look female.
They smell like nature.
They smell domestic.
I do not love them.
I’ve had to isolate myself to make them.
It’s a lonely road, where does it lead?
Am I mending something that’s broken?
These don’t just deal with the body, although that’s how they began.
They are more about transformation and spiritual things.
I am not finished.
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