potluck.

last night, i caught a glimpse of family.

our words were gusts of wind, pushing each other back up and blasting away the grime of worry we had all collected.

we danced in the living room. our limbs moved like the spirit within them.

there was no space left in my chest for love, so it exploded. they picked up every piece and placed it back in me.

i love them. i love them all.