“How soon that song is learned
still amazes me. I heard it from my boy,
red and wet in my arms, still corded
to the womb. The melody was in
the afterbirth still lifting waves
across that membrane’s silver skin.”
“How soon that song is learned
still amazes me. I heard it from my boy,
red and wet in my arms, still corded
to the womb. The melody was in
the afterbirth still lifting waves
across that membrane’s silver skin.”