The Suppressed Lesbian I Had Been Carrying

I've Had To Guess At Her, Sewing Her Skin Together As I Sew Mine, Though With A Different Stitch

Until We Know The Assumptions In Which We Are Drenched, We Cannot Know Ourselves.

The Moment When A Feeling Enters The Body/ Is Political. This Touch Is Political

Can Individual Psychic Wounds Really Heal In An Abusive And Fragmented Society? Audre Lorde Has A Poem Which Begins, "what Do We Want From Each Other/ After We Have Told Our Stories?" Where Do We Go To Explore Our Stake With Others In Such A Society?

Change Is Not A Threat To Your Life, But An Invitation To Live.