The Truth Of A Poem Is Its

I Hear The Singing Of The Lives Of Women. They Clear Mystery, The Offering, And Pride.

Women In Drudgery Knew They Must Be One Of Four: Whores, Artists, Saints, And Wives. There Are Composite Lives That Women Always Live

Breathe-in Experience, Breathe-out Poetry.

The Heavy Sensual Shoulders, The Thighs, The Blood-born Flesh And Earth Turning Into Color, Rocks Into Their Crystals, Water To Sound, Fire To Form: Life Flickers Uncounted Into The Supple Arms Of Love.

What Would Happen If One Woman Told The Truth About Her Life? The World Would Split Open.