Large as life

I am a woman

which is to say
I am wholly myself:
so large I can kiss her ...

which is to say
I am violently peaceful,
that is,
I am unarmed.
 

Mia

VT

18 years old

More by Mia

  • Poetry

    By Mia

    the stench of sorrow

    From dirt I rose into
    the heat of the
    burning flames at your bedside.

    Your home—not lost
    but on the run
    no longer so scorned by our bright sun—
    flies lower than a murder of crows 
  • Poetry

    By Mia

    The obedience of leaving

    I left
    then was leaving 
    when I was told not to

    but you let so much of a river pass
    by--escaping your treacherous
    burning eyes

    so I bled down the bank
    to where the golden dew shone
    like fiery teardrops