My sister is a big woman,
carries a heavy load.
One hand grips hearts, the other a machete,
digging deeper than ever to harvest.
Every day my sister grows bigger.
Her cosmic hips balance,
justice and forgiveness on spring-coiled legs,
that just keep crossing borders.
Sister even grows new body parts.
Eyes along her back,
a second soul to pluck and many fists sprout
from her sides. Now. Now. Now.
Nowadays I only see my sister
at night, rupturing.
Tricking the devil back to hell.
Witnesses then your new day. Fearless.
