AVALANCHE
Wrap me up in all of your limbs and forgive both of us for all the cruelty we have inflicted upon one another. Fold tiny pieces of paper and slide them under doors. Rearrange all the furniture. Kiss until it makes sense again. My spine is not made of feathers and my heart is as serious as the Bible. There are no more questions to ask. Carry all the baskets. Close all the doors. Sweep up the porch. The birds are still making nests. The secrets a woman holds are no easier to unravel than trying to stop an avalanche.
