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FAMILY MIRAGE Bonnie Roy | Mother: preface me with only. This memory of yours Terra: somewhere silent you are a wide soil Lover: under flowers now it is not a face Mother: you could treat us secretly. Branches: somewhere your forest is permanent, Terra: you are the last background Mother: it is what you think. Mother: it is a vision by distance. Window: on either side of you we are marking desire
__ This poem came out of a trouble with what we accumulate behind the way things are. It was written to be read behind a playhouse in Joe Wenderoth's backyard. |