...I wonder how many women
denied themselves daughters,
closed themselves in rooms,
drew the curtains
so they could mainline words...
A child is not a poem,
a poem is not a child.
there is no either/or.
from Night Poem
...In this country of water
with its beige moon damp as a mushroom,
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its drowned stumps and long birds
that swim, where the moss grows
on all sides of the trees
and your shadow is not your shadow
but your reflection,
your true parents disappear
when the curtain covers your door...