dear Nest, I see what kindness you did. Giving, caring, listening with your body. Being there for someone. Doing love as spiritual practice, steadfastly. I admire how completely you gave. It was rare and gorgeous. Then I admire how you pulled away, when it was too painful to maintain. You tried many ways to adjust.
My first girlfriend. Hmm, I was young, as was she–I was 16, when we met. We kissed, made out, talked, wrote poems for one another. The bruises all over my body were evidence that she was not good at respecting boundaries. She wanted the attention, my squeal of pain–she cared more about getting a big