I give up words

for crème brûlée

and probably pie

in lemon

Winter constellations

are single tracks in snow 

for everyone

fire glows in windows

cacao spills, cat rentals

ornament patterns in trees 

Endless sharing for it's

120⁰ trine everywhere

Lego-moms

creating worlds 

from what's been sourced

Turning lights off

in my head

like I do in my house'

rooms

to cut off certain moods 

We're trained for deficit

but imagine differently:

just being 

No more swapping "love"

Believe: it's very freeing