In this story, she is fire-born:
knee-deep in the shuddering world.In this story, she knows no fear,
for what is fractured is a near-bitten star,
a false-bearing tree,
or a dishonest wind.In this story, fear is a house gone dry.
Fear is not being a woman.I’m no ordinary woman, she says.
My dreams come true.And she says and she is
and I say, yes, give me that.
…”Khaleesi Says,” a surprisingly beautiful piece of work by a talented young poet named Leah Umansky, who has thus, as it occurs, made me realize that one can only be given what someone else possesses.