after "Telemachus' Detachment" by Louise Glück
When I was a child looking
at my mother's life, do you know
what I thought? I thought hungry.
Now when I think of her life
I think hungry and I think full.
I think of her life as hers alone,
but also beautiful in the way
a church on fire might be beautiful
from a distance.
YOU ARE READING
eating the moon
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