Black Moon Lilith: 11

I see the assurance in the chatter

three voices in one moment


around the grandmother-lace-clad table

with both wings out—my family


I quake with boisterous vanity

I am right I am right


kernels popping, slamming

against a lid in my throat


I feel your forehead plunge

into my breast—my lover, my friend


I quake as your tears loosen and spill into me

I am soft I am dissolving


I love myself when I let me be quiet

and hold you instead