when the winds have
blown your words away
and the sun has dried you
of your love
when the tears i've cried
for you has watered
a garden of woes
and longing
and despair
when the knife
you've twisted
into my gut
remained
and grew into
a seed of hate,
you'll know
you're done for
YOU ARE READING
I, Girl
Poetryi am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.
