Rising with the moon,

her selfish heart felt its pull

they say, the gravity of the situation

but they really mean the mass

amiss,

the frozen tale, the heart wake  

She drained for months, the

old acidic build up,

left--and her body now, hollowed

sore from a wandering soul

Depleted

Under her new skin, taut

and thin

spreads her love where it will grow

and on the rocks, and thorns

like the parable says

old caricatures, a new love for it’s ignorance

and she sucks out the bitterness of the year

underneath the bark, invasive

quietly to feed

quietly to breathe

for life is insistent.

and so is she