Becoming Visible - Tanka sequence
Becoming Visible - Tanka sequence
go home
slow-healing wounds. . .
like fog floating
over the city,
let me come apart in the wind
a touch of a jay
about him, my husband—
flying
in and out of our
bedroom
always giving parties
to cover the silence,
always a leaf quivering
in the rush of air
what could I give him,
but the threat of my
extinction
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