I am not a delicate woman
don’t let my eyes fool you
I do not speak softly or walk gently
even with bare feet
you’ll hear me coming
I swing open doors like the devil is after me
because actually
she never left
but we’ve made peace for the most part
now that I wear her tongue around my neck
and I don’t trust bodies even though they trust me
so I carry a fever in one hand and moonseed in the other
so no
I am not a delicate woman
but I was never meant to be
from my third poetry book, Made of Earth.
