Monday, November 10, 2008

Journal Page Two-

The Day I met the Witches' daughter

She smiled with bright even teeth

and ate my rice cooked with lemons

that tasted like the beach

She told me her mother was recovering

Recovering from a curse

And had a minor surgery to remove

a small horse from her neck

The horse was made of leather

and had thorns in its eyes

they had been sewn shut

She told me the word in her language meant

to have one foot in the grave, was to be pregnant.

All night long I could dream of nothing else,

but horses with red ribbons,

where their eyes should be.

And how my sons face would look

when he was born.

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