She doesn’t save a single sheet
“These are all the things I love most”
She says.

Showing me her walls
She tells me the names of each one
In no particular order
“This is my home. And these are my friends”
She says.

“Aren’t you worried it’s too much”
I ask

She takes a glance at me
Hiding behind welling eyes
She says, her voice cracking

“Why would it be too much?”
“These are my friends”
“Do you think they think so too?”

– Cortlyn Blankenbaker