"We sat down to feast at the table of our youth- there you were the first and the last to ever be the first to truly love me for who I am. Make me understand and I'll understand."
Saint Mahadeviyaka says, "When two lovers embrace, they always feel bones crunching."
The pelican girl draws blood from her body to keep her baby alive.
That kind of love is unsustainable. Flesh-eating fanged butterflies in his head. I had no net. Nothing to catch them with and nothing to fall into. Exhausted from fighting mythical birds in a shared nightmare, I collect the feathers and run.
We create ourselves. Heartbreaking, keep the hands busy. Busy the hands as your grandmothers did to keep their minds ahead of time, the way it hurts.
My dolly is born. A prayer for power in her head: We invent the ghosts.
She guards my dreams.
She is fierce. She doesn't like people who hurt me.
Like a good mother, I train her, tell her fairy tales. There are wonderful rainbows and mountains. There are dead children in ovens.
He said to me, "You present mostly pain and anger to the world." I said, "I am your mirror." The dolly said, "Who Isn't?
May my arguments with my Orishas end. Come, sweet uncomplicated Love.
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