“I Will Cause
Breath To Enter Bones”
Ezekiel
I’ve little
memory
of mother hitting
me
with painful
ecstasy.
Numb in mind and
body
I break glass
when she’s gone--
imagine breaking
bones
moving us
to scream
moan.
Sensing cold
marrow
frees
her to breeze
me to breathe.
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