I like you; your eyes are full of language." [Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]
Look to your heart that flutters in and out like a moth. God is not indifferent to your need. You have a thousand prayers but God has one.
The man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate.
Let God be some tribal female who is known but forbidden.
You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.