Minnie

Missing her hard today
Her harsh tones and tough love.
I'm missing her humor
Her mischievous grin and cackle.
This is the time of the crone
And I feel that she was an archetype ahead of her time.
Her words were sharp but wise.
Her hands were strong.
And her eyes were full of hope.

I aspire for that level of grace.

Fucking Rad

This is for my ladies
 The women whose stories have become the glue
When my world has fallen apart
and I am desperate for softness
To mend me

This is for the women
with the tired eyes and fierce mouths
The ones who can be cruel and still kind
I am forever in your debt

I have kept you buried deep
in my back pocket
for when things got too hard
just too hard for a man to mend

Your hardships, struggles, and parts
are constantly shifting and growing and changing
and I can't help but feel ashamed
Feel love but distraction
for all the times your hearts and hardships made it easier
to build the pedestal
on which I put a man.

So I am more careful now
To make him worthy of you all
So that my words can be the glue
and the consequence can be the mortar
for one of us
To rebuild.