In my dreams I love many men.
There, they love me back.

At first I am air, a tropical current,
shaping obstacles as I stream by,

cradling their resistance. We
fly into brightly plumed birds.

Together we are feather and bone in flight,
what we could never imagine ourselves. And then

I am driftwood emerging from a receding tide,
beautiful like beached bones,

ribs arched like an embrace,
my legs a scaffold over the dark, wet sea.

“You have to collect one hundred ‘no’s for a single ‘yes’”

“If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.”

“That which does not kill you makes you stronger.”