Tuesday, November 22, 2016

hands-on experiences

invariably I am laying in bed, although on the night of the poke in the ribs and visual contact I was sitting in a chair.

pats on the back.

hands on my shoulders.

last week it felt as if wings were settling softly upon me.


a sense of embrace.

a heavy blow to my back to get my attention a couple years ago, when I was being sloppy.


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