ME, BUT GRACIOUS BY ALI MOLLHOFF

                     I still love everyone

         My bare hands have ever touched.

    I am layers of scar tissue and tenderness

 Purple skin wrapped around bruised muscle

         I am the mark of my own survival.

                          But what am I

                   If not the carrying on?

                          What is grace

            If not the loving of something

            Which has nothing left to offer?

April 2, 2021