cocoon

brynn

Oct 4, 2019

change is not a swift thing, but a stagnant or slow-moving pond, accompanied by the cracking of dry sticks or bones.

there are setbacks. the child emerges without a face, without a gender, without a right foot.

there are remedies for these, and repercussions for those.

i have not yet begun to wait.

(2005)

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