I need thunder and lightening and steel enough to ride fast and hard enough to snap these chains in half
like the tiny birdling breaking through its own shell something inside my chest pecks with its sharp beak
birds flutter and flit
f only I could take back the things that men have taken from me things that filled me full to the brim
For Memorial Day I'm having a cookout with some good friends. Family friends. Sister warriors and our families. I can't ask for a better time than that ... and ...