I sing [to my] body electric…

“I sing the body electric… To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough…” – Walt Whitman My edit: “I sing [to my] body electric…To be surrounded by [my] [-], curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough…” Why did I delete that one particular word in my edit? — This is one of several…

My home is a type of autobiography.

I am imperfect. My faucet leaks; My fridge door handle is broken; My stove drawer is faulty; My dishwasher is broken; My garburator never worked; My closets doors need replacing; My carpets are dirty My venetian blinds bent My walls in need of a fresh coat My tiles are cracked And I’m on a busy…