We stand apart because/when we look into heaven we don’t see God with his glass eye swivelling/ we see each other/ disjointed trying to get out because/if we look too closely we’ll taste blood because/the last time you took me in your arms i shook
These women were carved of mountains, harsh and discontent. The legacy they carry is fraught with ancestral miscommunication.
she is sunrise early morning coffee
A friend mourns a relationship that's not yet dead. She’s determined to work through it. That’s how I feel when climbing a mountain in the rain, swallowed by clouds