i am not bigger than everything that came before. i am certainly not bigger than what is to come.



thin blue threads (the ghosts of red
red ribbons) stitch us together else
we'd come away from the seams.
these sewing metaphors of veins
and arteries and a four chambered heart,
woman's work to mend and darn, clothe
and feed. love. ours
was always the business of the body,
business of the earth, both ways dirty.
both ways deep.