came for the nearing heights to wait
on the toe of our left cornered kiss;
remember the suction of our peace?
how often does it forget?
I am darling to her and you have forgotten
my wand.
three sisters by name by blood by soul
by heart by near and far and closed wounds
and open cut, tears.
we all wept as far as our
metal hands could hold.
still...we managed to forget
and fly.
