There's always one who knows best, one who makes her best guess, always one who just left, one who wore her best dress; one you'll never see again, and one you will. Amen.
I tell the girls to pick up their clothes, to make their beds, brush their hair; I tell the girls to tuck in their entitlement and pull up their despair – there's no time. I tell the girls to be kind, to build up their sisters like each word is communion and that girl is divine.
Look, I am shook from my shallows, ten thousand leagues deep – my heartbeats were war- ships; you drowned the whole fleet, but I'll hold on to hope like sand holds on to heat that for all of my troubles, you could love me, at least.
Too late when you realized we were dancing in quicksand – too late and too deep, and you caught unaware; you didn't know that my love was an ambush. You didn't know that my heart was a snare.
We brought breakfast. You fed us; we let you. We sighed and we said that we'd never forget you; we get you. And then we licked our spoons and we left you.