I will hold her here. Denying what she wants until her other side shows. The one she keeps at unfortunate distances. The one she fears will ruin everything. The one she can’t fit in boxes. I will hold her here, over the edge of the cliff, fighting her denial with mine. I will make her tell me. She is telling herself. When the words leave her lips, she will fall into prayer. It will pour out of her. She will speak in tongues.