I hold a pillow to my heart to remind
\nme of the power of human touch.
\nI scratch my left big toe nail on the
\ninside of the arch of my right foot.<\/p>\n
This astronaut pillow molds to my
\nflesh and I massage between my left
\ntoes with the right side of my right foot.<\/p>\n
What possible difference could freedom make?
\nThe call of a thousand terns squawking in self-denial.
\nWhen does our spirit become saturated or
\nIs there empty spirit evermore?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I hold a pillow to my heart to remind me of the power of human touch. I scratch my left big toe nail on the inside of the arch of my right foot. This astronaut pillow molds to my flesh … Continue reading