spectrum
dear future healer,
as joy harjo reminds you with her timeless words
informed by indigenous womanhood,
you are not
a separate woman.
you are not
poems
🐌 📮 snail mail is my thing.
each cursive word inked
is its own prayer
daring you to pause for a moment
to cherish the slowness of this handwritten gift.
i feel
roots.
dear future healer,
you were created from this earth.
carbon and hydrogen formed soil and water
for plants
that fed animals
that became the building
credit. you.
dear future healer,
my hopes and dreams are
for you to follow yours,
neither diluted
nor deferred.
dear future healer,
when was the last time