when your photograph is left i will remember how you banished living things from the house. waged battle with the robins. painted in pashmina, silk. how your stitch in every tapestry. how mary, virgin, first. how meat, my mouth, before in yours. my stubborn root. the peace of tea. how you held my hand.
Arc Poetry Magazine. For more information about her work, visit her site at: https://nhannawriting.wordpress.com.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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