Tag: Childhood

many worlds

All the reasons the heart couldn’t form, a humble stem/kitsch in your mother’s attic:there’s a hundred hours left still,and the sun won’t really setjust sway into someone                  a world away,  looks like you, looks like I,holds a star like space holds/ limitless. Even how love, was the baby frog I keptin my…

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Fear of Abandonment

I tried to remember back thenwhen she left for a new worldcalling me a woman-childwe like two tonguestied in our two-headedness when she saw violence in little girlshaving no universe excepta naked root in the sunand too many endings like her father’s plinth of madness;my mother sat upon his thorned heart and any crack, she shone me in the dark…

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