a revelation
i am the woman
who
saves cards and
old ribbons
in cupboards with
pale blue jars
spins trees
from yarn
and tales
from saplings
sings louder than
bold crows
just to see them cut
black sky
burns bridges
and receipts
with both indifference
and aplomb
carries all of it
up hope mountain
to send down
avalanche and thrill
looks in the mirror
and understands:
loving you was never
my maxim
: :
i did it anyway
: :
