It's that time again: this week's poetry post. I don't know if I can pull this off every week. I think I hear some of you saying, "Yay!"
A woman on the other side
of the world sleeps when I wake
wakes alone without map or net
and watches each way while I sleep.
A candle burns on both ends.
A harsh note on the other side
of the dark vibrates up my last nerve
and sets me humming in my spine.
Speak now. You will not be allowed
to forever hold your peace.
I must stand with the woman
who stands with me, because
women can do these things: pull
each other up by the boot buckles
carve each other out sin by sin.
I send notes to the other side
of the void to say: yes
I have not only heard of the wolf
I have seen him from the corner
of my eye, that sly worn devil
nearly toothless in the light of cold day
but often so large and so patient.
I hope your weekend has been poetic.