Coffee or Tea?
City Mouse or Country Mouse?
Autumn or Spring?
On what do you base your preferences?
On which preferences do you base your identity?

Fold up all your favorites, pack them into a steamer trunk, and send it overseas.
A slow boat… to where?

Write each of them a letter of longing: a love letter. A letter of letting-go:

Dear John, my dogged-eared dictionary…
My beloved Jane, deep-green woolen shawl…

How does it feel to be as un-anchored as the ship that has carried everything away?
How does it feel to walk on solid ground with your arms free, your back unbowed from the weight of all that you’d gathered?

Are you ambivalent in the face of these losses?

What do the voices of your love/hates say to you? Do to you?

And how do you soothe them?

Which pose to do take to breathe freely?


When you hold your worries, how do they feel between your hands?
Do they slip easily from between your fingers, and slither on the floor ahead of you?
Or do they nip and bite?

Can you feel their breath on your body?

Or do you wear them like a limp, but conspicuous fox stole?

What words do you give them: admonishments? comforts?
If you were to weave a spell to dismiss them, with what would you weave it?
– Would you really dare dismiss them?

What would fill the space these familiars would leave?

Could you – can you
stand the quiet?

Where do you feel dis-ease in your body?
In which rooms of your mind do the lights stay on all night?

Describe your dancing shoes:
What are they made of? How did you get them?

What is the price you are still paying for them?