A daily reading from One Poem Only—a quiet space for a single poem, read aloud.

Women in MeAyushiI think I gather dreams like picking up stonesnear an abandoned highway wherethe road leads nowhere,where the wind pants like a tiger breathingand the woman in me returns to lookfor the girl she had lost years agoperhaps the salt in me will return to the seaand the light in me will break opena door, a wound, a memory, that no one can shuta spring thunder, bolts me awake from a dreamI am dragging my earthy-body towardsthe rivers of you, branching out like tendonsslowly the sun dissolves like sugar in waterall I hear are murmurs of momentskindness, kindness, kindnessits December and I am wrappedby the warmth of an afterthoughta kind of a forgiveness to all yourpast revolting selves.

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