When I Awake, Daughter, What Matters
Not the dream I’d been dreaming
but the marrow of my life like cold snap leaves
— runes, really, salmon-pink
I swept into gunnysacks with bamboo,
before the water broke, before you were born.
Not the dream I’d been dreaming
but the marrow of my life like cold snap leaves
— runes, really, salmon-pink
I swept into gunnysacks with bamboo,
before the water broke, before you were born.