’trapped again
by unyielding frames,
glut forcing its way out,
slopping over into muchness,
much too much me
grab it, pull at it
chop chop – chop it off.‘

’i strip my coat of excess,
watch it convulse, contract
in this hostile environment
without my shielding.
take a piece, radiate with burden, grace the curse
take, take, take it.
and be more.‘

’words pinching
through the surface,
pulling at me
shame stiffening my body,
letting the sharp pains spread,
and fester,
coming into being
being part of me – shaping me.‘

’i am a soft, soft mountain.
broad and wide, vast and tender.
look, look, look
and find comfort in my presence.‘