“Pomegranate rivers  
climb my side, above my hipbone 
where hip used to not exist”

“Imagine feeling something one time, and that’s it. 
No mulling it over, no rehashing and regurgitating,
no regretting and redoing it in our heads.”

Dear Sister
Rose Maria Woodson

“There is no ice cream in his soul. 
No strawberries in his heart. 
He cannot swim 
in the sea of ampersand.”