the bits and pieces, the sharp little shards, the worn out old bones, they collect themselves here.

sometimes, i take their picutres.
sometimes, i sing them.
sometimes, i write them down.

sometimes, i let you be them.

i'm adopted. i'm an auntie. i just moved to virginia from my little place in downtown seattle, where i didn't own a microwave or a tv. i don't do drugs or drink anymore. i love to walk through cities- i don't get lost. i'm a westcoast girl thru and thru, from anchorage alaska to san diego california...i'll be in virgina for a few months, then off to kansas...gypsy soul..i'm "that girl" to some. "that bitch" to some. "that angel" to some others.

who i am to you, strangers, will never really matter. but for a moment. or maybe i will be something more.

a life full of maybes--
and that's what matters most.
I am an open book.