birth

5.01.2017



I:woman:
carry the children of your past
you cuddle in your slumber
—monsters, they are
we see, they are
you hope that I:
birth you swords and armor
cold water,
silver, salt, garlic
warmwarm blankets and a crucifix;
when you thrist for happiness—
I am bursting with your fantasies
biggerbetterbolder in your dreams
than bedside beside you.


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pen on paper, Keso
text, Anna Miguel
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