for Story
1.
–And after you, the seep:
a bloody comet’s tail, eight weeks,
arachnid crawl
of clots, the slow
retraction of a slackened core.
A self unrecognized, a shell
awash on foreign shores.
2.
Daughter,
you have made me something
akin to Lot’s wife: forewarned
to shuffle off
regret, to slough
the longing
for abandoned lands.
3.
Love is a dermis, earned
by the measured erosion
of ego, a molting of
parsimony, a flaking of
our sin. For you,
I will slough all
my skins; I love
beneath the bone.
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This is beautiful. makes me think of lucille clifton and sharon olds.
thanks! i’m honored to be thought of in such company.
very organized writing.
love the flow and the stories.
Beautiful! 🙂