Two years — since then, who knows how many times I’ve seen her grown children looking for worms in the wet grass after a rain.
“Is that the man? Do you remember what Mama said?”
“Yes. She said, You don’t have to be afraid of him.”
All of This
the nights are growing longer
and the robin watching from her nest
in the fig tree
leaves
fall
in a breath of tender whirring baby sound
or is it a cricket in my breast
and all of this is done without hands
all of this and every sense
less and less and less
to rest
until light calls
Recently Banned Literature, July 12, 2017
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Categories: Recently Banned Literature
William Michaelian 