Have you seen Maiden, Mother, Crone?

It doesn’t matter

He takes my hand in his Fingers intertwined He gives a gentle squeeze I love the feeling of the warmth my palm pressed next to his and I wish he could have held my young hand the one that was flawless Soft – full of promise Rather than hands aged by work veins bubbled...

You will kiss them

Stretch marks and cellulite white like crackled paint on my hips and thighs remnants of children I bore not yours you do not care you do not see them but the red tangles and lines broken capillaries fine and knotted looking you gently touch I didn’t know you realized...

I choose you

Every morning I wake up next to you breathing you in feeling the contours of your body the softness brushing my lips against your back my mind whispers I choose you and I will do it again and again and...