By Eva Juliette Tortora
And after a while you learn
that I do some of my best work when Im hungry, say the most
poetic prayers when im lonely
and fix things when they are most broken.
Like a dove's wings spelling
out the alphabet,
my poetry is born sometimes under the moon
without anyone by my side.
But boy, when it's dawn
and the sun sets upon the shadow
of my fingertips, my tongue turns to gold
and like a ceramic tile vase breaking
roses spill from me and everywhere around me and I am whole, sweet wholeness,
basking in a sun of Glory after a night of sparrows,
sinking slowly down.