She Sat Down on the Couch.....
In silent hurt and promise
- •And the eggshell beauty of her pain and grief
- •Fragmented into demons, into toads, into harsh tongued ravens--no--no, larks, nesting wrens I say
- •I drew it all in, her breath to mine
- •And breathed back, we breathed together
- •She gets back off the couch. A bruise blooms under my ribs
- •I breathe