cultivating grace
not in the wrist
which i think i might already have
but settled in my belly
that I have enough -
that my offer of tea
comes from wanting to
share in pleasure
grace in my jaw
which remains unclenched
when you unplug my phone
to plug in yours
and the tone emerges, not from straining
but like the vapors from a eucalyptus bath
could you plug my phone back in?
that it unfold, if not with ease,
then at least with with the good-feeling effort
of scaling an unmarked rock scramble
where the path finds away to make itself known
rock scrambling at home <3
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