A goddess of dawn scooted under a zing of barbed wire to witness your birth.
Go & tell your drinking buddies & psychoanalyst your neighbor has risen from the ashes. I wonder if I should tell you about the love letters hidden behind the doorjamb. This house still stands among my lavender flowers. Tell your inheritors to think ...
I'm turning you into a girl chasing a butterfly, a she-wolf on a hilltop, & then back into a woman.
Years ago you followed someone here, in love with breath kissing the nape of your neck, back when it was easy to be at least two places at once.
