do you really need a pole

to pole dance?

*this post ghostwritten and published

by a version of me

who doesn’t understand what regret is.

poverty

I always forget that the lesson in Ghandi’s sparse possessions, his spectacles, his bowl

wasn’t that he needed nothing

it was that he had everything

Wings

You haven’t begun to understand* what surrender looks like.

*on a positive note, I don’t think it’ll be about ‘understanding’ anymore.