Is there room for me? Just as I am?
My big fat secret.
Can’t talk about it.
Can’t even write about it yet.
It sits like a stone
in my belly.
Is there room at the table for this rock?
Love wins. LOVE WINS! Love wins?
What is love?
When is love wrong?
What happens when love ends?
Does love end?
“Dance me to the end of love!”
Dance me, O God, to the end of this ever expanding universe!
Dance me to the end of Love.