At the centre
Love is at the centre of all things.
Inside that Tree, under its bark and between its tell-tale rings
there is Love.
Inside that Father, who's spanking his daughter and screaming for her to leave those boys alone, that when she gets older she'll understand,
there is Fear, and Anger,
yet there is also Love.
Inside that Hooker, under her lipstick and caked-on powder
and behind her wounded blackened eyes, and tucked into her switchblade pocket,
there is Fear and there is Shame,
but there is also Love.