Tagged: tricky

maybe grief is

maybe grief is
simply waiting
for wanting
to pass.
the way
out is always
tricky, devised
as revolving
doors – we
can’t hold the
door for each
other lest we
get stuck

meeting a melon

meeting a melon
for the first time is
a tricky
affair – no amount
of knocking,
feeling the weight
in the palm of your
hand, looking for
skin discoloration or
telling scars will
help you unlock
its sweet secrets

landing is always

motherhood is a