after Traci Brimhall
Begin beneath a cold moon, wish upon
a star and hope it is not a cloudy night.
Begin with a quiet kiss, against glass
or the back of your hand, taste yourself:
learn you are more, than sugar,
than spice, than all things nice.
Begin with a tiny bird in winter,
squeeze gently, run your thumb
along its neck, let it wait in silence,
for you to twist, for you to break.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2021