Dear Mary. Dear Theresa. Dear Eve. 

I write to you to see  My daily reminder To be sovereign

Test not the waters Waves will brake alone

Let Mary talk. She needs this The world listens.  Man need not be present

We were hunters. Free.  How could one soaked in blood Enraged with life Contrive such marital obligations? 

Do we dedicate ourselves to such,  Or simply ones self? 

Give her a year, give her a day.  Give her a minute.  Give unto women that of which is woman's. 

Give it a rest.  He spoke, 'Let the dead bury the dead' 

Dear God, 

Like the birds in the field I do not worry Return my rib I give not. I detest.