mother(land)
As though my motherdid not rearrange her organsfor my body. As though soil, wet with rain,could have held my body, pushed, laboured, screamed,and ripped apart in my birth. As though a mountain’s rocky valleys,could have cradled me, nursed me – fields sung me to sleep,oceans rocked me and burped me. As though her arms,soft with age, smelling of soap, do… Read more →