And so I will eat blackberries beyond midnight.

And so I will eat blackberries beyond midnight.

These indulgences that further
my understanding of what it is.
A woman.

For example,
I know now
that we once had wings.

That in us still,
is the fluttering of a memory
of a million tiny transparent flaps
of silk fibers
woven together by the hands of our children
spanning a million tireless ages.

That we birth and rebirth ourselves,
And though further from flight,
we know.
We know.

Like we know with each individual
ingested bulb of blackberry juice
we will be feeding
the hope,
of a lonely and wise,
more-than-a-bird.