I am stuck / as a minnow in a child’s little bucket. / I’m being carried, sloshing, back / to someone else’s mother
The grating roar of adolescence / blooming red between my legs, poppy, / the bright girdle coming out of the sky / like a halo.
Psaltery & Lyre
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