- Mary loves you
Light shining through skin is not enough, so
Light becomes warmth. I take it up,
A little bird in my palm
I’m sorry I don’t have anything for the pain
But to tell the truth, your heart beating strong under my fingers
An iron gate, or an unwatered garden – Where are your children?
Hands folded as we say goodbye
- Your hair after mine
You in the image of me. Skin growing thick
We were forced into the years it all took place, or were taught to do so
Since you should not be changed, I will have to bend the earth, and that
What were you going to tell me then?
In the rain where I wished to be
- Will that be the way I die too?
And is this the way you wanted it, the space next to your name
The flowers to my hands, otherwise a mirror
In excess of dust and salt and water
Three bows today, three bows tomorrow
A white dress carried the time – the time wishing itself without
My mother, what was she like when she was young?
So say my little name, that is to say call me yours
Did you know about me?
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