You’re whose child now?
Sister to wolves, moonbeams, and mushrooms
Made in the image of no one you know
Ask me a riddle
Experience hard green apples in memory
Onto what door have you fallen?
Parent the monster within. Befriend it.
Forced to sit still, stay where you’re not welcome
No great matter
Near the mountains of my youth
Poem #140, written 10.14.2015