Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Contents
- Splitting and Fucking
- The Metronome
- Oblivion
- The Talking Tree
- The Humane Society
- He's
- Romancing Herself
- Après Le Deluge
- Little Serenade
- A Cactus
- Mother's Wrists
- Transporting the Piano
- The Chicken Lady
- Mother's Tomato Plants
- Green
- How to Fry a Chicken
- The Fat Lady's Arms
- Talking in Lamu
- The Sound of Scissors
- Migraine
- The Glass Elephants
- The Storm Horse
- The Ferret
- The Red Tricycle
- A Music Stand
- Flowers
- Horse Bones
- Skyping with my Mother
- A Box
- The Last Time I Saw Her
- Speaking with the Dead
- Mother's Persian Rugs
- Caprice for Violin
- Dream of a Burning Woman
- The Last Breakfast
- Childhood
- Historic Evening
- Ruts
- Vagabonds
- Phrases
- Nocturne
- Shopping for Overalls in Milwaukee
- Treemother
- Wild Horses
- My Mother's Will Emailed in pdf
- Victoria Park
- First Storm
- A Daughter
- Hawthornden Cemetery
- Kathmandu
- Zero Hour
- My Brother's Violin
- The Family Freezer
- A Friend Request
- Feeding the Horses
- Lake Park
- White Horse
- Dawn
- My Dark Horses
- Acknowledgments
He's
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Contents
- Splitting and Fucking
- The Metronome
- Oblivion
- The Talking Tree
- The Humane Society
- He's
- Romancing Herself
- Après Le Deluge
- Little Serenade
- A Cactus
- Mother's Wrists
- Transporting the Piano
- The Chicken Lady
- Mother's Tomato Plants
- Green
- How to Fry a Chicken
- The Fat Lady's Arms
- Talking in Lamu
- The Sound of Scissors
- Migraine
- The Glass Elephants
- The Storm Horse
- The Ferret
- The Red Tricycle
- A Music Stand
- Flowers
- Horse Bones
- Skyping with my Mother
- A Box
- The Last Time I Saw Her
- Speaking with the Dead
- Mother's Persian Rugs
- Caprice for Violin
- Dream of a Burning Woman
- The Last Breakfast
- Childhood
- Historic Evening
- Ruts
- Vagabonds
- Phrases
- Nocturne
- Shopping for Overalls in Milwaukee
- Treemother
- Wild Horses
- My Mother's Will Emailed in pdf
- Victoria Park
- First Storm
- A Daughter
- Hawthornden Cemetery
- Kathmandu
- Zero Hour
- My Brother's Violin
- The Family Freezer
- A Friend Request
- Feeding the Horses
- Lake Park
- White Horse
- Dawn
- My Dark Horses
- Acknowledgments
Summary
just about the size of a goldfish
and doesn't even look like a child.
When did he arrive? I don't remember—
the pain must have made me forget.
Anyway, now I have a son
that lives in my cupped-together hands
in a small pool of water I think he needs.
I spend my hours closely watching him,
nervous he'll slip between my fingers
and vanish down some drain forever,
or worse yet, he'll try and swim away.
Each day he gets a little bigger,
till he no longer needs my hands.
I carry him around like a baby,
buy him Pjs with yellow ducks,
and little booties to keep his feet warm.
He smells like the sweetness of a baby,
and smiles at me; I cautiously smile back.
Now he's growing faster by the hour—
and I can no longer handle the weight.
My arms start to tire—I must tell him,
I put his soft cheek on mine, and say
he simply cannot grow any bigger,
he must promise me to always stay small—
so that I know I can love him.
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- My Dark Horses , pp. 8Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2017