November 9, 2016
We women who lie awake in the dark,
wondering what now, what next.
Turning over possibilities in our minds like stones
that sink down to our stomachs.
We always try to rationalize it, don't we?
Name one more thing we could have done.
We'll be too quick to take the blame.
feeling, now, less at home in our bodies.
Recalling all the times when they were not our own.
Somehow hovering above them.
Are you there, sister?
I think I hear your shallow breathing.
The heart that beats too quickly in your chest
and will not quiet.
How beautiful these bright young girls
who shine like lights behind wary smiles.
Do they see their power like we see it, sister?
Do we see our own?
thinking no, not now — but soon.
Look at me when I'm talking to you.
Listen close — then shield your eyes.
Soon, I will blind you.
On Boston and the Red Sox
Making a Splash in Cologne, Germany