Stay the blade lodged in my back—
let the tissue heal and seal the
I am Woman,
and daggers only steel my skin.
the waters struck the cliff
and there i was,
chalked upon its rocky face.
sharp heavy things
chipped like woodpeckers, struck
their pointed heads against my crags,
but still i stood.
i wriggled my toes in the earth’s red core;
rough skin and fire
below the sky.
Scale me, daring mountain climber,
with your fancy
go on, pretend the spirit of Woman is
Taste my magma, and feel my resolve.
my dust falls in clouds
in salt air.
the knock of you rings empty
across this blue horizon,
and still, i have stood.
Stand in shadow of my marble,
and revere my perseverance—
I am monumental testament
of a woman’s strength.
white horses batter and suck
with the bright moon’s pull——
by six i have wet feet.
my sea-swept hair flies like wings,
as pink evening bends its knee.