There is too much. There is not enough.
If there is an in-between,
I don't possess the scale to calibrate that balance.
I am what I own, and what I own
Not long before she died, my mama said to me,
"You are a really nice person."
The wonder in her voice,
as if recounting a recent revelation,
unwomaned me. Still, there's nowhere to be
but where you are when you're there.
And, let it be known that I was there and fully
I owned and was owned
till the earth scorched beneath my feet.
I loved and was loved until my heart left my body
and lay in the sick bed next to hers.
I was not found wanting.
In the end, I was not found wanting.