Friday, December 23, 2016

Undertow Tanka Review, Issue 9, December 2016

they dragged me
to view the body
my sister
no longer larger
than her shortened life

that dream
I long to have again
the one
where I grew lamina
and my breath was fire

I find
white begonias
at my door
in pogonip fog
the vague shape of you

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