i.
one helpless, one permissive
I made quickly
equal cuts
in the newborn-
deep that they’d honor
my witness.
ii.
to pre-empt déjà vu
I tailored the newborn’s gown
to the debt of its body
with such fabric
I could not afford.
iii.
that it could sound check
the echo
I named it child.
iv.
renamed it whistle
for how the wind
picks up
forgetting.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 4:47 PM UTC
i.
one helpless, one permissive
I made quickly
equal cuts
in the newborn-
deep that they’d honor
my witness.
ii.
to pre-empt déjà vu
I tailored the newborn’s gown
to the debt of its body
with such fabric
I could not afford.
iii.
that it could sound check
the echo
I named it child.
iv.
renamed it whistle
for how the wind
picks up
forgetting.
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