we live on tiny scraps
[poem] a tiny poem about tiny things that are quite large
did the doctor call yet? trader joe's had stel+mar for 9 bucks, i grabbed some for you seven instagram messages sent in a row, because your best friend is on the toilet/waiting at pickup/has a moment to herself and she thought of you. and wanted to make you laugh/cry/think/know you were thought of. and loved. i brought that little cheese you like. i know it makes you fart. yes, i would love for your daughters to paint my nails and talk to me about what's real let's sit in the driveway while the kids ride bikes we can talk about the price of eggs or when an egg became my baby and maybe, somehow, that small scrap of me will change a part of the world your world and that small part of me of him of her will change a big world tiny scraps i'm running to the store, do you need anything? i loved this book, borrow it - no rush come over for pizza i heard about the job - we brought you flowers. their loss. did you watch Dexter? we're going to the ER. i'll keep you posted wanna run errands together? totally eyes meet, ok guys, two minutes to go! tiny scraps i get it UGH they say it's normal for this age i know i heard of course, i won't even put on a bra, i'm on my way did you get that house i sent you? i know, but IMAGINE. me, too i don't have to get it, but i get you. i hear you. i see you. i love you. tiny scraps

Wow! This is so powerful. It really highlights what an incredibly giving person you are. Thank you for sharing this part of you.
I absolutely love this! It made me think of the women who keep me afloat. <3