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Tuesday, March 29, 2022

Four Years After Diagnosis

Sudden rain. Our heads

Bowed with every one other exist fond of monks

In this heated greenish place.


I learning the slow script

Of her movements. The cross

And uncross of her legs,


Fingers forking together,

Pulling apart. Secret dialect

Of her face: a firefly flick


In the iris, lips curling

Like kelp. Speak, mother.

Your feminine child is listening.

#Living #Health & Illness #Relationships #Family & Ancestors

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