Still

What if . . . we hadn’t yet learned to trust movement. And now here we are.

to birth is to release

“You are likely depressed,” said the professional. I laugh at myself. Leaping over boundaries like always, I thought I was just tired.

armadillo

And then like a pool cue, his inner child propelled mine forward with a slow roll and a pocket.

Dandy Lion

I suppose the real fire
began to emit
when grown up
me
really turned around
and clasped a small hand.

Death

We don’t talk about how relationships never end …. it feels … like reaching through air.

on cold days, I pour into my nana’s hands

My knuckles are bone inflamed.
Skin, Ponds soft
Shimmery
Short, red nails
Perhaps an opal
No. Brown-yellow topaz.

star born

“You realize we are sisters again, now that we are free.”

“Yes,” she said.

my resting place

I ground myself into the earth.
Here.

Veronica

I gave her back. Too.
When my own was born.
I gave much back.
So I could mother.

Pinkie

I love you. Your forehead; my lips. Your rings; my giving. Your lifeless body; my ring. My ring; your body leaving. My longing; your pinkie finger. My decision; topaz side by side. I love you.