I Left My Mark On That Man.

I Missed Her Then But It Was An Odd Sort Of Missing Because By Then, I Knew The Meaning Of Forever.

At The Tips Of The Feathers There Is Air And At Their Base: Blood. I Hold Up Bones; I Wish Like Broken Glass They Could Court Light....still I Try To Place These Pieces Back Together, To Set Them Firm, To Make Murdered Girls Live Again.

In My 20s, I Railed Against Anything 'spiritual', I Thought It Was All Crap.

I Was Like I Was In Science Class: I Was Curious.

Nothing Is Ever Certain.