I really sang for the first time in years, this evening, in the sacred silence of an empty house. My voice is weak in places like a new fawn.
It was like being born.
I have run so far from the thicket that I have run into the thicket again.
I want a heart like a violin string. I want a heart like a lion's teeth. I want a heart like a forest fire.
I have a deer heart.
I want to swallow the sky.