inside the altars of the churches with blue cupolashe recounts the spring cuckoo’s noteshis cries strip him of himselfmodify his flesh until the days are born from the wounds of his feetdaughter of this earthI can hear his bones cracking with love for youhis voice made from curses and myrrhhis body stretched between heaven and […]
Daughter of This Earth poem by Gabriela Marie Milton
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