Well, one gets out of bed and the planets don't always hiss or muck up the day, each day.
Let God be some tribal female who is known but forbidden.
I have been cut in two.
Oh, darling, let your body in, let it tie you in, in comfort.
And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope
Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren