I find anchorin the ordinary tasksthe morning chores
she stood brazenlybefore the world
amid the pompous pain of pinpricksthe princesses made sleepless by peas
I am too heartbroken to be afraid anymore.
these things we’re not supposed to saycold blood crashing against that boulder-this heart
they werea startling pairyou and my old skin
mosaic made fromdiscarded shards
the things we carryour untold silent mountainsconquest is delayed.
here I go again
heartachemy sunset eyesinherit expressionfrom blood flowing in your bodyestranged.