I Am On The Cusp Of Change

Women On Trains Have A Life That Is Exactly Livable The Precision Of Days Flashing Past

I Have Suckled The Wolf's Lip Of Anger And I Have Used It For Illumination, Laughter, Protection, Fire In Places Where There Was No Light, No Food, No Sisters, No Quarter.

Attend Me, Hold Me In Your Muscular Flowering Arms, Protect Me From Throwing Any Part Of Myself Away.

Silence And Invisibility Go Hand In Hand With Powerlessness.

Next Time, Ask: What's The Worst That Will Happen? Then Push Yourself A Little Further Than You Dare.