Art is long and life is brief and mortality looms. - Margaret Atwood

How can I teach her
some way of being human
that won't destroy her

I would like to tell her, Love
is enough, I would like to say,
Find shelter in another skin.

I would like to say, Dance
and be happy. Instead I will say
in my crone’s voice, Be
ruthless when you have to, tell
the truth when you can,
when you can see it.

he might die for her, but living for her would be quite different.

Nobody is any authority on the fucks other people give,