Jess told me she was feeling stirred up and felt like she was on the verge of change. She talked to me about movement and energy and wanted me to use the word “overgrown.”

For: Jess

first inclination was to 
splice together shards of vase, broke 
didn’t witness its form birthed on the wheel 
wet clay venus shaped by some hands
(who to thank for god-given wavering faith)
calluses overgrown, felt fingertip guidance to release
delicious, lonely tension before Vase kissed Tile
and the crashbang, wherein velvet parts collided,
particles speckled the floor and a shiny, new cosmos began

From: Maya