a revelation

i am the woman

saves cards and
old ribbons
in cupboards with
pale blue jars

spins trees
from yarn
and tales
from saplings

sings louder than
bold crows
just to see them cut
black sky

burns bridges
and receipts
with both indifference
and aplomb

carries all of it
up hope mountain
to send down
avalanche and thrill

looks in the mirror
and understands:
loving you was never
my maxim

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i did it anyway

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