i know women who love the moon.
women who count birthday cake calories,
thick-hipped, loose-lipped, hair tied up in a ponytail whip.
i know women who are awkward.
i know women who move like hurricanes.
women who have galaxies tucked between their thighs,
domineering, god-fearing, recently lost a diamond earring.
i know who women who are beautiful.
i know women who look like photoshop.
women who wake up with morning breath and crusty eyes,
fire-starters, mario karters, always trying to play the martyr.
i know women who are wild.
i know women who drink hot chocolate in the summer.
women who buy themselves sunflowers,
full of dreams, coffee creams, lives tearing at the seams.
i know women who are insatiable.
i know women who share stories but never their labyrinth bodies.
women who are always told to speak up,
restless, breathless, hiding a spirit that is endless.
i know women who are unwritten.