I love my wife. She can spin prosetry like none other. She’s taken a writing break to grow and birth a baby, but today she rose early, stole my laptop, and got back on the horse.
Man can she ride.
“Now I know that – in my swaying hips, the way my neck held on to my bobbing head and how my eyes stayed in their sockets when they wanted to roll out, how it took the full strength of humankind to not push, to merely breathe – I didn’t have to agree with the truth for the truth to be true. My body is amazing.”