In Which Hansel Is Gretel and Gretel Is Hansel
This hurts a lot, but it’s true. It is astral projection gone wrong.
My sister puts petals back into the earth.
as a child I couldn’t sleep
my parents tried ignoring me holding me
stroking fingers down my back
but still I cried into the winter nights
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Our father is a woodcutter driven to drink, and when he drinks he likes to talk.
After the failed attempt to crawl up and out
the long neck of the well, I tried telling
forty seven tarnished pennies about you
Monstrum: a sign, a portent,
From the Latin, monere: to warm, from
the root men to think.
The twittering machine lies in its crib, rehabilitating its connections.