each child orphans you differently
A bowl being taken from the paradise of my left hand. The second meal arriving at god's mouth. Any word learning to shorten the life of the poem. Bending with newborns a spoon.
A bowl being taken from the paradise of my left hand. The second meal arriving at god's mouth. Any word learning to shorten the life of the poem. Bending with newborns a spoon.
The complexity of these bold lines pulls me in and keeps me surrounded by meaning! <3