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daughters (iv) from Peeling the moon: a suite of poems by Judith Kerman  |
the foundations of the house the foundations the great stones cement grips them with its teeth and the breathing mother underneath, the dreamer turns bedrock to sand it's a world, her hand turns it and little pieces flake off; it's home, she's the builder the stone mason whose thick arms laid the footing sweat runs off her like sunlight but the rafters creak at night as it settles, as she breathes in the ground, her bones slide away into the dream ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Previously published and copyrighted in The Alchemist |
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