1. Words pouring from where? Eleven-year-old bubble writing. String of “ithoughtnot.” Such passion.
2. Uniform pressed, low quarters a perfect mirror, hair smooth helmet bun. Words precise. Dead. Uninspired.
3. Words emerging from where? Fifty-year-old cursive. Thoughts informed by my contingent reality. Finding passion.
4. Full circle. I can come home again.
