For Worker #52580

blessed are women who wrestle with their own ghosts.
who locate their own decay with the acuity of sighthounds.

who don’t make their healing someone else’s burden.

their weakness someone else’s heartbreak.

their tongues someone else’s wound.

blessed are the women who handcraft their own correction.

She who is more interior than not.

who only answers to the churning heat. 

And no one else.