Poem:Waking From a Dream Where I Try to Catch my Mother’s Soul Before It Makes for Paradise By Enotor Prosper
like it’s never been there? Imagine my shock when I hear the vacuum cleaner humming mother’s tune. In
like it’s never been there? Imagine my shock when I hear the vacuum cleaner humming mother’s tune. In
Behind the yard, a man stuffs
his body into the belly of a bottle
and drives home on the bones
of two eczema-speckled urchins.