dreamed last night of my guard(ian angel).

she came to me over and over, relentless,

and wore a yellow scarf.

Found the lions. They keep me safe, and are everywhere.

And now, for the first time, my heart begins a slow

and imperfect migration from my stomach

to my chest. I leaned my hands against my breast and,

miracle of miracles, felt a pulse.

come up come up to you your home.