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A Wise Woman Writes a Survival Manual
Oct 3, 2021
I do what I can,
whip white horses into froth
to line a horizon
pull at bone layers
to make spit out of fire
fill you with anguish at death
and laughter at night
push out babies when the dying is done
and the living need to go on.
I dance under the moon
make sigils from wind
and push my words to edges
without falling off.
No treaty enforcement exists in the wild grasses
to bring you with me.
You will do what you can.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2020
Originally published on my blog
