inside the house, I write myself knitting
when I need to go out I carry wire and needles with me, so I don’t feel alone
in my kitchen, I mix milk with vinegar, and I stir
it is the beginning of another attempt to write myself
sometimes I sew words
this season the soft animal in me needed to write my fragile certainties
fragile certainties come from my rehearsals with escrevivência and coracionar
I returned to my lived experience to invent a story, with hopes that while giving birth to this fiction, I could also rebuild the ways inside myself to connect my legs to my intuition, my eyes to my mystery, my sex to my hands, brain and more
