You don’t know

13 May 2019

Anna… with the big heart and beautiful soul

You don’t know that I smooth your dream
curled up tight in bed
hair straggled across the pillow
like a skipping rope tossed on a playground

when you were five
wise eyes kept asking

thank you for the time you give us
so I might return to answer
find a strong me in you
and the defencelessness of an embryo
might close us up in a box and carry us
up to the attic

and take me by the hand – as before

Translation Graham Crawford
Anturaż, FONT 2019

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