Happy Winter Solstice

Women like you are mostly mythological

Mountainesque matriarch whose stories we borrow from

to keep some starch in our backs

stars in our eyes

I wanted to watch you swoon

and puddle over when somebody

who loved you epic

brought you close and held you

like they knew what you were for

impossibly woman

and though I have never known you to bleed out loud

you are all i know of women

but i dont know how to live bloodlessly

i havent figured out yet how not to stain

i am a red dress

a kitchen spill

a statement

the best part of mess

i am you

and were mostly made of magik

mostly moonlight

always with our sometimes maybes

dripping evolution

on purpose

we are all i know of women

and we are everything