fetal-eeyore

Allow me just this: your hand my hand separate. 1. I fell into a deep forest. My femur put forth roots. I did not say: oh Lord, take me from here like Rebekah, this is another barrenness. My mouth remained resolutely closed. The moss grew over me, in me. Oh Lord, I am scared. 2. Mother is reading, brows at half mast. In the kitchen, Father organizes sardines on crackers. Home means this soft quietude. Five thousand six hundred miles away, I am watching a donkey. It stumbles on three legs; the fourth is loosely curled, like a child's fist. There are wild dogs in the fields beyond, waiting. I am a dog, waiting. 3.