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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