Once upon a time
a woman longed for a child, but see how one desire easily
replaces the next, see her husband climbing the high
with a handful of rampion, flowering scab she's traded
for a child.
Look, my mother says, see how the mother disappears
as rampion's metallic root splits the tongue like a knife
and the daughter spends the rest of the story alone.
Can be found in Kate Forsyth's Bitter Greens-review to come!
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