To Care for a Mystic

In Uncategorized on June 18, 2009 at 10:52 pm

I am waiting for the baby

and my mother says to me

“Honey, there is nothing inside

that pricked child stomach.”

Nothing outside me is inside me — unopened

A blood flows cool and even

“Your way is out of order,

I’ve never laid eyes on such a thing!”

I feel the love hand press out

I am still and not doing

“That is your own hand

edging inside — incredulous girl —


and I say


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