«
Expand/Collapse
Black Looks
-
Three Spoons Posted: September 12th, 2008, 8:03am EDT by Rethabile
After she swallowed me, my mother, swollen with me, looked for the proper place to empty me, the pain of carrying me harsh on her body, a weight in a child’s hand. So she had me among wild poppies at the foot of her bed, flowers with faces opening, and cactuses arranged in a range of well-wishing brightness smiling to welcome me. [...]SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "Three Spoons", url: "http://www.blacklooks.org/2008/09/three_spoons.html" });