Some days I’m so paralyzed in grief. The heavy fucking-hearted energy. Can’t breathe. My heart has a pain so profound I can’t even reach. Can barely move. Crying hysterically laughing and sobbing simultaneously. Write, I hear. Dance, I hear. So, I do.
Then I hear a YouTube commercial…”What you hongry fo….?”
My Universal voice is a black grandma, just like me.
Jen Juice 