The way the ugly mashed into her teeth
Like blackberries in a fat man’s hands
The way she tore through it like the wild winds
The way it looked to watch her spit
Thrashing right to left
It was beautiful.
I'm quilting thoughts. I want to know, I want to see it standing there, finished at the end of it all, the most breathtaking collection of anything anyone has ever seen. I want to see it all stitched together, knowing the way each part played, the way each part looked at one time, at another time. I want to appreciate it all. I want to love. All of it. 
