i hv avoided writing like the plague
why - because to write is to explore
to explore - is to pretend - and all
i would be doing is pretending it is
November 9 - and i am in Mexico
a day away from meeting the donor
of my other 23 chromosomes. so i
ignore my imagination - choose to
live in a world frasier created: where
i can find snippets of well meaning
advice framed in a lively twenty
minute time span. and in the time i
placed my imagination in-hiatus
a girl by the name of grace has
stepped in and found us - hoping
for a moment that will not come
her donor of 23 chromosomes died
and never spoke her name or mine
