Hello loved ones, here’s a poem for you.
monarch
i.
Let us begin
as monarchs
hook ourselves
to the nets we inhabit
grow full and ready
to receive the glory-
weight. I let it go —
legs, skin, all that held me
in and to this earth —
and enter the vessel.
The path forward is
through these narrow places.
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