Women eat
crises
for breakfast,
eat our
hurts
like snake its skin,
desire
at trembling
thighs meeting.
Women eat monsters
for munchies,
fear
like tiny popping
orange roe
oh,
our own knowing.
Women make places
movable,
our dance unseen
in sweet dark
imagining.
Life set ark in
motion,
circle to straight line,
yin to yang and
Great Mystery
hangs in its
balance.Women sing
our own existence.
Women gather
Medicine
for living,
gather our
answers
like seeds
their promise,
hope
in the cold and dark.
Women gather
at tide-lines,
high and low,
gather seaweed
and moon's
glow
oh,
we gather threads
for our own weaving.
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