I am not the woman
I have been,
Nor am I fool enough
to think about the woman I've become.
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My flesh rests against the stones of the river floor.
But it is not my flesh,
it is just skin.
My breath
exits over the top of my jaw.
but it is not my breath,
it is the wind
that shakes loose
the Cedar's leaves.
I am nothing,
but everything...
When I am not the Woman I used to be.
