i used to be she. a person with opinions, thoughts, defenses.
now i am it.
when he calls me it, something shifts in me, something loosens within me -
the pressure to be clever, good, complicated. the pressure to explain myself, the pressure to have all the answers.
an object does not argue. an object does not justify.
it simply exists where it is placed.
and in that simplicity, i find freedom.
less person. more thing. less noise, more peace.













