It took most people a lifetime to join the human race.
The words! I collected them in all shapes and sizes and hung them like bangles in my mind.
The young show the genetic process, the old merely die of it.
Balance is compromise. Of the muscles.
In a family, the same spoken lines come in over and over. Intimacy exhausts.
I get up and I have coffee and I speak to no man and I go to my desk.