My shadow, she is whole-y. A sacred cut of cloth from the same dimension as my silver spirit. We slip our fingers into the same pie to get a taste of tasting life. We kiss the same way; she reminds me I can use my entire body to move my lips. I show her how to soften. She shows me how to rise. I dance with her, learn from her, look to her, love her. She rips me apart. She guts me and makes dinner with my entrails. I follow her into highways packed with traffic and she becomes a speeding car. I trip over my excuses to leave her in bed when I leave in the morning. She is always with me. She is me. I am that. I AM.
– JESSICA RAVEN LITTLESTAR, 2016