In the coldest night, warm Liliha has felt I fell to my knees, laid in the tub in clothes Saw the light through a circle Eagle man wasn’t my truth without Snow woman “If I am not happy - a woman, and I am not happy - man? Where can I find me?” The window cracked open with trade winds, blowing dense air from Kona Spirit flew in And told me Don’t The cold of woman, the cool women who loved women Felt as much truth As the boy that loved boy That I knew (Writing from a longer piece in dedication to Buffy, alongside a self portrait in New Mexico)