being a woman:

i love you
i love you
i love you
now i love yam


(inspired by Gary Snyder, always-- thank you!)

Oh, Anais!

the beauty is...

when my hope to 

surrender

climbs through

my flesh, 

 and i see my neck snapped

in half and 

a throat  silenced

my breasts loved and

willow leaves

binding my wrists --

I walk into the garden

shovel compost and 

weed. and weed. 

and like magic

all is fertile

and whole