feeding time
There is an arrow head. Next to it, Tiger Lily
her skull, bone fragments, her native drum.
redchildrenwalkby and chuckle
their angel wings look obscure from a distance
Finger nails torn, a reminder.
Your mother told me about that lilac bloom,
the one against your chest.
We grind our teeth to it, fall asleep to its scrambled center.
her skull, bone fragments, her native drum.
redchildrenwalkby and chuckle
their angel wings look obscure from a distance
Finger nails torn, a reminder.
Your mother told me about that lilac bloom,
the one against your chest.
We grind our teeth to it, fall asleep to its scrambled center.