mother of pearl

I am bringing in the lizard screen.

I am trying not to pray.

I swivel, recline, exhale.

I am the cool side of the pillow

on a steamy June night.

I am round and full like the moon.

I am loved by some, not all.

I am retraining my neural pathways.

I am early spring green.

I am an aching vessel.

I am a soft whimper.

A silty deep river

Searching for something.

I am mother of pearl.

I used to have a song written just for me.

I am a frayed bit of rope.

I am a starfish with a regenerating arm.