The voice of a man, you ask? It is a broken
string full of unbearable literature. This is
what he would tell me as I drank there
in the dense summer evenings with him.
And a woman, you ask, she is a salvation, yes?
She is the richness of the upturned earth,
her eyes wide awake with sudden swallows.
HOMESCHOOLING MOTHER OF 5, ALL THINGS DOMESTIC, MY CRAZY LIFE
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