the definitions -- those handed to me and
those I make up for myself.
These defining patterns are the perimeters,
the map, the borders, the box, the area I
navigate, function, live. Some of it is
chosen, some not.
But this is home -- conscious and
These trees are my trees. These streets are
my streets. These people are my people.
The studio apartment in which I bathe and
cook and write and sleep; this man I love --
whom I have chosen and who chose me;
and the something bigger who chose us