A water woman has no body
Emptiness is a blessing:
it can’t be owned if it doesn’t exist.
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My father said to bloom but never fruit—
a small trickle
eating its way through stone.
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I am one kind of alive:
I see everything the water sees.
I told you a turn was going to come
& turn the tower did.
What are the master’s tools
but a way to dismantle him.
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Who will replace the blood of my mother in me—
a cold spring rising.
She told me a woman made of water
can never crack.
Of her defeat, she said
this is nothing.
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