Read Morea Delilah shorn, my hair gone,
yet I have more than the strength you left
in the cleave of your axe
Read MoreHands that knew how to channel the sap
from fresh wood, as sweet and sticky
as dark forest in the rain.
Read MoreI broke a glass
in the kitchen
fetching water.
The blonde god
came to help,
whispering in my ear that
he would wait
until dawn.