Sally and Me

It’s been forever since I went to write
I thought I’d lost it
gone contrite.

The problem is contrite
it’s not right
based on what
fight or flight
or freeze
the disease
that’s killing
it’s
Ease…

I’ve forgotten who I was
I’ve remembered
and forgotten again
and now here I am
am I the same?

Times been long
and gone by in a flash
everything…
gone…
But…
not everything…
how can that be?

I feel her seriousness
and her pain
they are not the same
she wants…
she wants
in me, she wants
it is separate from me
and in me,
I am pregnant
But don’t believe a man should punch a woman
I listen to female bodies
spout maleness
there’s nothing so “cute” as a female body
pretending male…
And there’s nothing more dangerous
females are gullible living here
I feel her fear
I feel my love
I feel her gift
I feel our promise
I feel her love.

Everything changes.