Posted by giveawayboy on November 04, 2002 at 03:30:57:
she talks to me underwater
like salt-wind
like the woman who bathed me in her tears
and taught me to shed my own
there is a great complex of thoughts gestating here
there is something rising out of low green things
there is a place for the hoe breaking the hard earth
there is earth
how near can you get your ear to this heart?
rattles shake as snakes crawl upon it
this is the sound of my mother