Marilyn Ackerman and Amy Blaxland

Marilyn Ackerman

for snowbird
By Amy Blaxland
Inspiration piece

windy cloak sat down at the table
lay down at her deathbed
even on her deathbed
billowed black hooded breath
why nothing comes easy
her final gust
you don’t have to make an appearance
you shrink under it
pretend your size
your muscles loosen and lie
you cannot fear grief
the water comes out
your face
crying is the
lowest form of music


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