Thursday, January 14th, 2010
Tenth Issue
December Wind
Last night I dreamt I was bleeding,
two cold gushes down my thigh.
I woke up thinking, yes, winter is coming—
winter and my son.
But tonight it’s only wind
hissing something awful
and I see my grandmother
before she died, gray lips open,
the softest moan filling the room
then ending
and I can’t believe the wind is coming
from the earth I have […]
