Tracy Jane Gregory
Can you say yes to my fervor?
Chin tucked and giggling
we float down
skirt around me.
I am welling.
She tells the others
my hideous
secrets.
She pumps
my shallow lungs
until I heave.
We gnash my teeth.
When I ask if my sorrow
will repair,
she eats the edges
of my holes
to make them bigger.
A fluttering
I’ve never felt before.
I can’t remember life
without her beating
spirit.
Clamor 