- Vol. 04
- Chapter 06
Self-portrait from the Edge of the World
I, dark. A deer. Skinned. Bone and antlers in a ruined wood.
Still a woman I am bearing twigs.
My heart, swung-out is a bird. Flown.
The trees swell. Grief is a foetus. Waiting.
My lost tongue warns you that the flood is soon/the rubbing flood and all its drownings.