you could see it
gathering steam
from her core
from her memory
from her sadness
from her pain
from her fear
from her anger
but when it came out
Fffffffuck!
it was not nearly
as loud
as explosive
or as endless
as she deserved
I think now
I should have
saved it
dug a deep hole
and planted it
grew it lush and large
fed it back to her
sautéed in
wine and butter
Maybe then
she would remember
the day she almost
set herself free.
I love this Jen! Mother’s need to say “Fuck!” more often ;-) Your words are brilliant. I especially love the image of sauteing in wine and butter.
Isn’t that the truth! Thanks Kristin! xoxo