this sycamore tree talked to me silently and reached out to hug me.

my sister brought me to live in her basement under the stairs where she placed glow in the dark stars on the steps leading up above my head. my sister brought me my first dog edith who did a ghost dance around a certain bush. my sister brought me to my studio where i stopped drinking and collected a wondercabinet of treasures displacing myself so that i could go to vista homes with r. and ruminate on my collected desire. my sister brought me to my therapist today. my intuitive sister brought me here. that i'm here today is due to my sister and her intuition and knowing me.

to laura