writers always like to compare
women to hurricanes
and storms and
the watercolor paintings hung
up in their offices
but to compare you to something
that happens once, something
that leaves you whole
when it's over
would be like calling the ocean
a puddle
you are every cotton candy
sunset in the Nevada sky
you are all the songs
that were ever written, all the lyrics
we have on our arms
to keep us alive
you are every time I look at myself
in the mirror and say "this body has carried me even
when I hated it"
you are every time someone chooses
kindness over hatred, the moments
that someone
chooses to be grateful instead of
bitter
you are the days when
we all
decide to stop apologizing for
who we are
you are the winter solstice
and the spring equinox and
we were all in love with
you
you were an entire
universe in one
person, how could we not
be?
