April Truth

I raised my hands to the heavens you came from

so when you left I cried drizzles

on this pitiful desert,

but my arms are strong, they always did

hold up the sky,

one day

I might lower them

to take a bite of the crisp apple moon.

—

I have my own fire to tend to

without your voice crackling curses in it,

cuz I am

defiant

and free

I am

powerful as seas,

I am

light

I am

love

I am

holy