“What do you look like when you are loved? How do you move? How do you breathe? What can you see that you might not otherwise? If I extend “you” from one to many (y’all) I might ask: What do we look like when we love ourselves? What can we move together when we are loved and when we love? Can we alter/altar our states of being to welcome it?”1
there to welcome the sun. welcoming the sun as welcoming that unearned light.
and the risks this love make possible, what risks does love prompt? what does love incite? what to stretch?
"the way that I can strike harder, hit harder, with whatever implement I have, is open chested. All my guts open. My heart open. Everything vulnerable to me, open…From there, I strike and have all the force behind me because I've risked it. I took this risk."2
that verve, that power. a quickening. love carries us, pushes us. if i moved with all that i care about, all that cares about me. if i acted like i know.