drink
her voice, delicious, spiced rum
her intellect, clear, Russian vodka
her truth, painful, white lightning
her beauty, full, Mourvèdre
her medicine, holy, mezcal
intoxicated and wrecked
you will drown willingly
soberly denouncing air,
pulled into the depths of her luminous current
and for women, womxn, womyn, womqn – who are difficult to love, click & hear
this
have mercy, also hear Warsan Shire here, and here.
the limineen | poet & crone 