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of flash, thud, shudder,
then the wailing...
that's half a young cat's life
I saw a bride splendid in white garmentsI saw a woman with one hundred children The children plump and firm within her arms,But some fell down or strangers took and ate them
I feel it, first as a stir,turning deep in the murky water.Surfaces up for air, a twitchon the lake in my head.A flip, and it disappears.
I was born with a map of Australia on my face;it was beautiful, my mother told me – there was nobody like me in the whole wide worldwho could trace the edges of down under
There is a place (believe me,
she said) where if, if
you go beyond
the street lights, to the lane's end,
Standing by the river, my face grewinto a flat fish and floated offto a lily pad, and I was lonelywithout myself, without my twin.
The moon was married last nightand nobody saw,dressed up in her ghostly dressfor the summer ball.
I spied a small lonely boy.I was his beautiful red balloon,from morning through to noon,