You burst out of her flesh,
leaving her womb
full of dead flowers and torn feathers;
wouldn’t you, too, have ended you?
She tried to own her mistakes,
nurse you back to your life,
but words turned to tears in her mouth—she choked.
tasted of dying blood, soil and salt.
Process Note: this poem is addressed to the twin sisters in “Blooming Howls”, the first of five stories in a collection by the same name. Most of the piece is based on this quote: “I thought it would be easy to own my mistakes, to say goodbye, to let go… but the words turned to tears in my mouth and I choked on salt of my own making.”
for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads