La Petite Mort

ducking under the wave unsure I’ll come back up

letting you move inside me until I give into pleasure

accepting I have failed again and again

my birthday

a photo

finishing a work

going to sleep

hugging my grandma

saying good bye to you at the end of the night

laughing with my mother

spilling coffee on my shirt

smoking a cigarette

watching the sunset

stepping on a slug

breathing in and out

releasing