Monday, May 27, 2025

When some new refrain plucks
your shame-strings like you’re
a banjo at a hoedown — dance.
Don’t let the rows of steel chords
stretch into a thrumming prison
for one. Just two-step to center-floor
and heel-toe your fear away. Let it
drip like sweat from your brow.
Dab it with a bandana and hang it
from the back pocket of your Levi’s
like some signal of your particular
sensitivities to those who wish to
do-si-do.

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love notes
a ritual to start the week