She has a new god
Maggie Devers
Her god is ecstatic dancing Surrender to the music, feel the beat in your marrow, your feet planted, the earth holds you, spin with her, faster and faster, until all that remains is pure joy Her god is Italy Motorbikes and cycles with bells and churches with bells and 14th century art and a sore neck from looking at domes and gelato Her god is her children Soft bellies, chubby cheeks, that divine scent at the top of their heads, bath time, first words, crawling, walking, the rise and fall of a chest, eyes closed, blink and you’ll miss it magic Her god is poetry Words flow through our most complex parts and hand us empathy, stanzas give rhythm to the day, lines whispered in the night bind our wounds, we heal letter by letter
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