Red door knobs.

Come home before I burn my soul.

I have laid my eyes to rest, aside my bed

My teeth float in a tall glass. I keep my nightmares in a

Jar for future ideas on HOW TO SAVE THE WORLD.

When my husband doesn’t come home, I know

What he has done. Before the fence, before the

Grass: lies a body full of sins.

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She smells like the mountain air and dances with the wind.

She lets the birds do her hair and the trees hold her sins.

On top of the world I sit with my toes dipped in the sunrise.

Philosopher Matshona Dhliwayo wrote, “Busy hands achieve more than busy tongues.”

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