DISCONNECTED #12

DISCONNECTED #12
Gillian Prew

Swaddled in summer,
the day after the longest day:
everything sweat –
my mother pricked with blood.
 
The accumulation of winters –
 
the foggy precipitation of remembrance
skimming the dust. The dust
 
                                                     grieving
for the new silences it embalms. Ephemera,
 
these indulgences –
 
these dark vaginas;
fleeting commotions –
 
embellished sadnesses,
sometimes art
 
or a death.

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