Twin

As usual, the sound of my bedroom door banging open was what woke me. It must have been 3am. My mom stormed in, screaming, “Get your lazy ass up, Lilith!” The next thing I knew her cold hands that reeked…

But I keep looking for the core world, a deeper place, that bright bell of sun. We’re not Presbyterian school girls, after all; we’re in the middle of a wake-up call.

What to do with this beauty, what to love of it—what almost to sigh and to sing and even groan, what beauty, this beauty all around