People loved to tell me love is choice. And sure, it is, the way that choice is the way a human moves through the world, one foot, then another— because choosing—to eat Wheaties, wear white, read Whitman—is acting. But no one told me that love is most like praise.
april twenty-third
april twenty-third
april twenty-third
People loved to tell me love is choice. And sure, it is, the way that choice is the way a human moves through the world, one foot, then another— because choosing—to eat Wheaties, wear white, read Whitman—is acting. But no one told me that love is most like praise.