psalteryandlyre

Two Poems

How does one leave a home?

The paper birch unscrolls sheaf / after sheaf through long wintry / afternoons. The snow speaks glitter / / and patience.

she stands by the wall, watching, like a doe / at the edge of a meadow, deciding, deciding—

Having birthed, my womb is still / full of creatures. My first son / names them and names them, and calls / forth another with each new naming.

Sometimes, I think you put the demon inside / my esophagus so you’d have something to watch.

I was born with aggressive toes / turning mother’s face / clockwise / early morning, alarm, alarm / nothing good / happens before dawn

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it beats, an urgent stranger at the door, / knocking

this is for you, / little wee thing of ears, wee body of mouth / this burden is for you the better to hear the better to shout / this is for you