Because that is all it is.

Maggie Devers

I want to know your process

So I can make it with you

The way you sketch until your nails are packed with graphite

And your warm hands smell of wood shavings and masking tape

I could hold them to my nose and die happy

I want to know how you change

So I can be there with you

As you chop off your hair

Let your eyebrows grow wilder and abandon heels for Birks.

Even your feet are now free

Tell me what makes your heart grow

And mine will grow too

How you smell the top of a baby’s head watching the sun dip over the ocean.

There’s a margarita with salt in your hand

And the lime stings at your cuticle, but it’s a good hurt.

Show me the hidden parts of you

So I can see all of you

The way you shield yourself from criticism

Even your own. How you fight for everyone

But yourself. How you believe these parts are more hidden than they are.

Know I am here for the process.