Jan 2014
it’s the medicine
makes mother
proclaim
that what sizzles
in the pan
is the soul’s
muted
telepathy.
it’s the memory
my son’s muscle
doesn’t have
makes life
the dream
our longing, preparing,
wastes.
makes mother
proclaim
that what sizzles
in the pan
is the soul’s
muted
telepathy.
it’s the memory
my son’s muscle
doesn’t have
makes life
the dream
our longing, preparing,
wastes.
