The stain, the lie, the leaf leach of gold and burgundy
in this falling apart time for change
and good causes — exhaust philanthropy. A borrowed story,
bought and believed, helps because, like a prayer well
composed and offered with grace to the audience,
it finds reward. It multiplies good even when
it beggars belief. Women weave
stories because beauty is their ancient currency,
because truth battles fear, because it’s all mixed up
and it’s hard. The truth is —
every day calls for a story, just
to buy more time. Every day calls for a story.
Careful acts of desperation stripped bare
inspire autumn melancholy and wonder.
Women wait for change
in precarious situations.