How did Jonah survive the belly of the whale? Was my grandmother a secret priestess? Is God really a masculine energy - He seems more like a Mother, a She, to me.

I dedicate my poem to Fidelina Sandoval, my Honduran friend, fellow feminist, mother and magic maker. For all those afternoons we spent drinking coffee and cooking beans and eggs and grinding corn to make flour and surviving our kids and drinking wine, after.