so curse not

The goddesses bear us from this coast to that; they carry the skinny and also the fat. We can't rightly see them, or make out their forms but bask in their love-shine (which makes us feel warm). Their presence at times they reveal with numbers, with duplicates, triplicates, one-two-three-fours, with lights in the darkness and held-open doors. So curse not the delays nor lay on the horn for we all were birthed once, we're all woman-borne, and treat one another with kindness and grace, this tragic, misguided, jolly human race.

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