Inkie, we love you too
stay with the family
Wear your mane straight and loose

Dream parade floats every road

Front rows at magic shows, these girls

loved to read stories of the past
who knew that pinkie with her curls
saved up such magic in her laugh


Yeah, everyone knows it. Still,
it's not like we'll say it, girl.

Just who do you think we are?
It's never


as simple
as a tree that grows tall.
That's misunderstanding what we are.

She'll never
return to the farm
and party away your broken heart.


Yeah, we know you're her sister. Still,
what makes you special, girl?

When did you save the world?
she's never


running around
becoming the crystal that dissolves
the weight of all those stones

oh... please come home
your father's ill
the quarry needs you


Always wild at heart
Into the world we fold like two eyes

If you could do it all over,
would you gallop or canter?
Would you follow or lead her?

Trust your love or desire?

She is composed of lines:

tropics and meridians
At the party, never fitting in


What's on the other side
A politics of sisterhood
Doing what a sister should


Daydreams of diff'rent lives
Forgetting this geodesy,

the beauty of chalcedony

Is this really fantasy?

Abandoning her family?
The moral of geology:
The heart is sedimentary

The world has only one story:
Fidelity to community
In endless multiplicity

Only we make unity
Our mark, our singularity
Indelible, indelible...


(Any change, any loss, does not make us victims. Others can shake you, surprise you, disappoint you, but they can't prevent you from acting, from taking the situation you're presented with and moving on. No matter where you are in life, no matter what your situation, you can always do something. You always have a choice and the choice can be power.)


Yeah, everyone knows it. Still,
it's not like we'll say it, girl.
Just who do you think you are?