If I’ve done nothing else
then I’m here with you—
the bedroom’s September window
nights full of stars
sky minus fires
the darkness still alive
with the songs of wings rubbing
it can still be hot—
but the mornings signal
what we’re in for
our bodies entwined in prayer:
that we hold out in case
of unmerciful winter.
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Margaret Elysia Garcia primarily writes fiction, essays and poetry from a remote corner of the Sierra Nevada. She's currently working on a non-fiction book about body positivity through plus-sized alternative modeling .She blogs here and at Throwing Chanclas. And is the co-founder of Pachuca Productions a Latina owned microtheatre in Plumas County, California
