by Katherine Allred

Could have been
in a side stepped place
he did the things
he said he didn't do

I didn't know how to know

My heart a bell
My soul a bird
My body a burl
a knot of dormant buds

I know how to know

I believed he owned the
rosy fingered dawn
I believed
I didn't know

I know

My heart a bell
My hand a tree
My bended knee a wolf
a pack of hungry wolves

I've always known