Primas

They were like witches or fairies,

or something you tell a young girl

to keep her captivated, and I was

thinking about how they hated

each other, maybe not then,

but certainly in the now,

and yet? They were family,

three, four, five women,

all cousins, all heated

by the same familiar

flame, and together

they murdered anything

that stood up or against

them, and I used to worship

the thought until You

made me realize sitting

as You stand is a much

place to be.