Its scent lingers in the living room among sewing and worn-out shoes. In your silence, I grew visions for myself, and received a name no one could live up to. Blood rises on hot summer wind, rose petals trickle past rough solemn wood. An Indian who's afraid of tears. She charms her eyes to smiling, waits for the new blue star.
Answers never come late.
Look west long eough, the moon will grow inside you. Coyote hears her song, he'll teach you now. Mirros follow trails of blood and lightning. Mother needs the strength of one like you. Let blood dry, but seize the lightning.