Two. Key houses Built me.
kind of shows how Mama would feel like she didn’t know herself in me when I rolled up. But a flower so rare like me blooms for only one reason. And all must be present that are to view and smell its fragrance. My Mamas are blooming too. Together at last.
If I can see it. I can have it. And I’m seeing it. Clear as a bell. Inside me. We all drinking tea. Xoxox.