visiting my true self by Michael Rehling and Kelly Sauvage Moyer

visiting my true self

it is late. i am in a quiet spot but my mind is racing. it seems like forever since i had time for myself. all my time is given freely but sometimes i am too generous with others so here i finally have arrived. sitting quietly and taking in some sandalwood incense. everything i have done has come to this moment. my face relaxes into a smile and i know everything is just right. to myself i say, i should do this more often.

fingerprints

in the hummus

likely my own

Prose by Mike Rehling

Poem by Kelly Sauvage Moyer

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