... Passion For Survival Is The Great

I've Had To Guess At Her, Sewing Her Skin Together As I Sew Mine, Though With A Different Stitch

Reality, The Oppressor's Tongue.

All New Learning Looks At First Like Chaos.

The Suppressed Lesbian I Had Been Carrying In Me Since Adolescence Began To Stretch Her Limbs.

There Must Be Those Among Whom We Can Sit Down And Weep And Still Be Counted As Warriors.