A noisy DREAM in a QUIET night… No doubt PHONE-induced anxiety, driving my brain to imagine one voice and then another, overlaid with a podcast and a playlist, all SPOKE to me in a cacophony of directives and emotions. I open my eyes, deep relief floods in. I replace the chaos with the sweetness of birdsong.

Georg’ann

Entering the room I sense more than see his SHAPE, contorted as if his SPINE were made of something elastic. Neither of us SPOKE as we move toward the body.

Heather