by way of human condition

When I opened my mouth to speak, my intentions were different. I could close my eyes and see the words painted across red balloons. And I opened my eyes, looked up towards the sky, and released them one by one. Up they went, towards the heavens and the sky, those big black words of mine.

He:

inspires,

creates,

evokes,

strengthens,

breaks down,

changes,

leaves,

pushes.

And I can see me now. A woman of calm, a woman of collectiveness. And I will straighten my hair and I will pat down my cardigan and I will then clear my throat. (I bet I knew you, too.)

She felt like it once, but I am Woman now.

A woman of calm,

a woman of collectiveness.

When I had my hands full of balloons

and they were all red

and they were stained black with my words.

And when I released them up into the air,

into the heavens and the sky,

and when the last one had been released

my intentions had changed.

(I've NEVER been a woman of conditions. Only ONE of

p e r p e t u a l motion.)