Ruth’s Vow

What they say of you, they say of me, the girls
you were a girl with, the men you did not choose,
I will not choose. I will carry what you carry,
like a child, on my hip that has never born
a child, heavy as a child who will not follow
your voice. Your home built of sorrow will be
my sorrow, the wasp pressed against the inside
of the pane, my pane, the slackening of your skin,
loosened skin around the eyes, will be my loosening,
your hair gone colorless will be my own
lack of color. Your cup of bitter waters is my cup
of bitter waters and together we will drink it,
until the bowl has gone dry as a skull.


published in Threshing Floor (Jacar Press) and Christian Century


Recent Publications: 


Where Nothing Can Grow 
Batcat Press
28 pages, hand-bound, hardcover
ISBN: 978-0-9843678-3-2

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