He said I could write about everything. No one's ever granted me that before. After five years of war with my writing, Yes. All.
When waking in the morning, he leaps straight out, like a child toward the sun which shines in straight through the orb carved specific in the glass where once I dreamt of these endless mountains.
I wear earrings in both holes now, contemplate gauges. Put the ring back on my ring finger. Necklaces in complex bands of metal. In this empire, I feel I am the empress. Speak of femininity like I know it, but prior to this I was only a child bleeding into all my clothes. Did we know each other before?
My nature is that sound darkness makes when it hits the earth. A slow rumble. The mysterious woman upon her throne, beautiful, complex, impenetrable. The heavy opposite of sunlight but with the fire and fierceness of a cat. Hips fill in my menses flowing in one great river of divinity. The river of Hades.
The governor of the world's suffering.
The holy man come meet the devil. She birth demons by her two midwives. All our trinity observe our girlselfs. Tiny bodies walking on knees bashing against one another and pushing out simultaneously in that state of drunkenness, half lidded, when you can neither see nor speak. Tongues crossed and winter coats snagged on nails popped out of the hallway walls when we tried to climb the stairs. Girls taught that it's normal, well, I thought it was normal. Those years. When they carried me to my bed, I was just a girl in my twenties. See my legs swing together and meet at the hem of my cocktail dress, nothing more but legs and darkness under the hem of a cocktail dress.
Virginia says, "Love makes you God."
And God, relieve the insult of Girl. Treat us like a queen, and let woman change the world.