“Birds and periodic blood. Old recapitulations. The fox, panting, fire-eyed, gone to earth in my chest. How beautiful we are, he and I, with our auburn pelts, our trails of blood, our miracle escapes, our whiplash panic flogging us on… — Adrienne Rich Copy Share Image
My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours. — Frida Kahlo Copy Share Image
