i. my mother is a giver—what does this mean—my mother is a giver and she teaches me the pieces of myself i can deliver onto silver platters without too much tribulation. a finger and a few toes. a kidney and maybe a nose, but never the heart. for we only get one, thus it shall not part.
ii. i was four when she took me to the grocery store and placed me on scales. she fed me grapes, both sour and sweet until i was ripe. for whom? for whom? i begged, only to be treated without degree. a fresh strawberry begging for passage between immature teeth. flies buzzing around me.
iii. at the end of pocahontas the sun rises with new hope. my mother is a giver and she has learned the fine art of transfiguration. what would you sacrifice to give birth to a new dawn? she asks on the endless drive to places unknown. everything, i say with her smile and practiced precision. everything.
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honey, i'm healing | poetry and prose
Poetry"so, tear and be torn my darling, let the sun see your bones. i promise when you are done you will be anew and beautiful and loved." From the author of "The Diary of Hungry Girls" comes this seven part prelude. Honey, I'm Healing is Haig Moses's col...
