and he held me in his palms - by
I resembled a self un-sewn a child’s drawing in a hospital room
when I left that room I was wonky
walking the way a stain would run
eggs
Revelation - by
I remember once being shown the black bull
when a child at the farm for eggs and milk
Box Room - by
First the welcoming. Smiles all round. A space
For handshakes.
An Old Woman Cooking Eggs - by
That’s me in the painting.
/ My face smooth and brow clear,
/ for I do not worry over
/ what I cannot see.
Consequential Egg - by
You prefer the murk of details to the vision complete,
/ incident to…
Paes eggs - by
I dy harned haand du held ta da licht
een o da eggs at du wid gie her
morroless lik dee; shaa’d her
hits less dan perfect shape
da ruckly wye da shall wis med