i have fucked things up before.
and to far greater depths than this.
but never have i been moved to words
as when i lose
you
that being so, if the words come at the prospect of our fatality
how will i write, once it’s finally over.
perhaps instead of looking to be a Baez,
i’ll start to look for a Hughes.
or it may be, for the first time,
i’ll step out of the other,
and do it all myself
A Poor Woman's Feminism 