yes, and?

Black candles,

Black angels, and the blank page

Protect me

Praying

For newness, a new nest

Clearly, white wax melting

Open— with an abundance of becomings

Wealthy, in possibilities

And right where I left it, still—

Because I carry it with me,

Love is here because I put it there

Feeling what curls around a night where

The almost-silent is as quiet as it ever gets

I am the claustrophobic city girl—

Homesick-nostalgic, even-in-her-own-home

I am both,

Too old to be a runaway and too

Open and available to not

Catch anything good

I’ve decided—yes, and?

I’ve decided that I am both,

In the right line for a miracle

And the magic in the moment itself