mothers innocent of crow chalking about in white grass. fathers, guilty and gospel. gardens
and pocket deer. my sister has a stone, one cheekbone, and a kite. how you are seeing
that stone, let me this- it is not god’s tear, tooth, godcrumb. nor is it madly
a raindrop. she loves it she says for its milk. but she’s 12. digs
in the night
at her ear.
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 11:25 AM UTC
mothers innocent of crow chalking about in white grass. fathers, guilty and gospel. gardens
and pocket deer. my sister has a stone, one cheekbone, and a kite. how you are seeing
that stone, let me this- it is not god’s tear, tooth, godcrumb. nor is it madly
a raindrop. she loves it she says for its milk. but she’s 12. digs
in the night
at her ear.
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