Our Weight and RopesYour life, little flowersprung outlike a snakefrom a canlungs not readyyou hit the airit hit youviolently inwhole systemsmonths too earlythis life on earthand its lightninghit and burnteverything, asnothing about youwas anywhere nearready enoughand ever so luckilyyour wings wereslow to form tooas it was allwe could doour weightand ropeswere barely enoughto keep youfrom floating awaybut eventuallyyour wingspulled back insideand years laterwe're the onesstill learningto breathe
storiesi begin and end with storieswhere hummingbird hearts play sonatasagainst my ribs and i drown inearly morning light andthe girl in me sinks into the sealike rusting anchors chained toships and i sway port and starboardthe lion in me rises like lazarusfrom the savannah where dust swirlslike stormsand i begin and end with storieswhere i swallow the world and allthe rain and girls and lions in itwhere i hold it up like atlas,where i support jupiter with justan index finger and where i chasecomets and cup them like firefliesto hang on my bedroom walls
Mother, I Have LearnedMabel's mother taught herto wait until the shinein his eyes rivaledpolished diamonds.She told her to waitbecause people change,but you will not.Tell him "I don't lovethe way you smile:crooked, full of adoration."Wait until he thinksthis is unbreakable,then show him how wronghe is.When he says "This isnot heartbreak.You need a heartin order for it to break."Remind him thatyou were perfectfor him onceand that peoplechange, but you do not.