Mother cut off her legTo save herselfUp to the kneeTo surviveShow me the stumpBehind bloodied bandagesShow me the boneChecks and balancesRecord the wh..
Seven thousand and seventeen spoken languagesAnd I cannot string along enough solid wordsTo appropriately explain exactly how I feelBut I still write ..
Moments differ from memoriesFor their differences in speedLooking back,We have spent little timeEnjoying our time togetherAnd we have lost too muchTry..
Dismantled sentimentsGround down to glimpsesBirth diffidenceSilence never needed to speakI was always listeningWhen distance rallied havocI did not wa..
My last dance was filled with fantasies,Tightly precise curls, a full-bodied ballgownAnd hours searching the far walls for you.I could taste the sweat..
I was nine when I first walked through the houseAn empty shell, growling for its fill.The grass was tall enough to sheath me kneelingI believed that m..