The blood dropsI watch it leave meA shedding
I was born a living idol
this scorching summer burns away a fragile peace
apparently it’s a myththat we sweat outall our toxins,no amount of runningin pulloversand sweatpantscan…
Her swift gustsswivel about Earth’s shapely axis,gather up clouds andbring in the mists.
Burn white sage, waving it as yourun down the halls of your body.
Only a boyOnly a jokeOnly a girlOnly one word
I am a piece of fine art,hand-carved marble,with folds and bendsand crevassesready for exploring.
Ask me aboutThe delicate bond betweenA mother and daughter
