It's not linear. The lessons,
moments and lifetimes curl up like smoke;
all the women I am exist at once.
Twins shipwrecked in time, one scattered, one strong;
Stranded magical beauty gripped with fiery extinction;
Warrior woman on strident horseback
(don't fuck with me).
All the deaths
revolve until I am at my core,
then spin out seeking beauty.
Excited adolescent, wide-eyed adventure, possibilities;
and the Grandmothers, who know just how to enjoy presence.
I am all who I am to the end of time:
my eyes hold all my secrets.
I am all who I am
right now.
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