What do you worry about?
I worry about quantity…
about running out, so I keep two of everything, cabinets full of overlapping milk cartons, bottles of oil, tubes of toothpaste, toilet paper rolls.
about having too much or too little. Unclear if I have enough to be secure, I give nothing to those with less.
about being too much, an endless tug-of-war between wanting to tell everything and holding most things to myself.
This is hoarding, isn’t it?
I worry about hoarding…
about being buried under piles of unopened things, unspent money, unspoken thoughts, ungiven love.
Enough of this. Enough of holding. I want to be weightless.
Today I give everything away.
I begin with this.
I give you this.