Have you seen her – the child we lost, the one who lost herself? born to a sister breasts not yet ripe for motherhood’s call
Fear drives me backwards, spinning childhood tales, plunging into frigid waters of isolation, desolation; falling into the unknown; a mission to heal the ruptures, out
Weighed down by complications – you see, the amount of baggage I carry surpasses my storage capacity; and despite attempts to simplify, paranoia tends to
Cruising fills my fantasies – reveling in life, loved ones in tow, prideful, excited – sailing past Mecca, places of service, relinquishing embellishments, fully alive!
If you see me, rapt up in battle, wrestling a would-be assassin, my life precariously hanging in limbo, no professionals in sight, please don’t walk