I Can't Think of a Title
I am writing. and designing cards.
It feels like drowning.
and reaching for little strings of colored yarn
and hoping they’ll save you.
but each time you grab for one, another drifts away.
and the sun is melting above the waves,
it is getting harder to see.
and the water is growing cold.
but sometimes, the yarn is so pretty
that you smile.
I hope you are well.