Nobody warned you
that the women whose feet you cut from running would give birth to daughters with wings.
my heart aches for the sisters more than anything
it aches for women helping women
like flowers ache for spring
I did not beg him to stay
because I was begging God
that he would not leave
the unfortunate thing about healing is this: it convinces you that the pain is better than a scab.
Yet from time to time
Pain to pain
Laughter to laughter
I'll never claim to have loved better a design