The girls believe in ghosts
I'm ready to change. I too can get spooky. I'll prove it. I wrote a ghost poem.

I'm ready to change. I too can get spooky. I'll prove it. I wrote a ghost poem.
We lost two too many this week, at least. I want to tell you about my friend. Then a poem by Andrea Gibson.
What are we doing? Embracing each other as we are? Holding onto each other for dear life? The answer is yes.
We now conclude this brief mental break with a word from/for our friends and body.
I sat outside late one morning and saw a billion birds, now it's everyone's problem. Plus some advice for the shifting season, and a poem Molly sent me.