My God, she did it again.

eulonia country

what was it i heard
you calling my name at sunset
over apples fallen to ground already
you with the wanting
a way out again not enough
to hide in the basement
we must make our lovers
ask the stone mouse where
we have hidden our children

-arms out-

call a stranger your twin brother
i am as much he as anybody is
reaching out to touch your corn
silk

you a sick bird in the desert
your lungs drawing out in slow breaths
the others come hungry, they come good and
ready to eat
the glittering fruit

listen i have this voice inside me that tells me
to lie
she tells me your electric is
the wire kind strung up on angels
humming she thought to herself it was
a retelling of her mother’s glory
she thought it would be
like swimming or climbing a tree,
told me it…

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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