Words and exercise thrive in
shade. Too much sun
scorches them. I write like
a mushroom under a house. I run like
a mafia meeting. The secret is
to know your secrets and the place of your secrets,
to water enough but not too much
and pray over them with cinnamon
or a gun.
The secret is: Worry enough. Wait your turn.
Hold your tongue.
Mary Mills lives on the border of Virginia and Tennessee, where she divides her time between writing and photography. She shares her home with a very patient husband and some very noisy birds. Most recently, she has been published in Four and Twenty.