In summer, I was redolent; in winter
I ate carefully from stores of water
and fat down in the cool cellar. Each
round of yarn that passed through
the hook, each heart-root planted
in the dark, reminded me of the more
difficult work to come: what to do
or say that will roll back the stone
from the mouth of the cave; how to offer
the ache in the side to the salt of the day.
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Sometimes reading you and Seon Joon in tandem is like being interrogated. Not sure which is the good cop and which is the bad cop. You take turns, I guess?
xoxo wonderful wonderful poem. http://koshtra.blogspot.com/2013/03/privacy-and-completion.html
Step forward into the light please, Favier. :)
Nice closure–like the last line and the fact that the closure is an opening.