Tuesday, September 9, 2014


I yearn for Trust--
the kind that tells
the water not to become the sky,
not just yet;
the skin to hold the line between
worlds breath by breath,
until something inside me
just desires to exhale out and out

A spider sunk fangs in me today,
and I bear a tattoo of red lines
from elbow to armpit.
Maybe I cried "yes, bite harder"
a little too loudly in my mind,
but the cry was also 
the root and trunk and branches
a Living tree.
I will etch ihidaya over and over,
following the runnels and green-brown armor
until its bark
is woven
into my hair 
and nails.


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