Open your knees & admit me. Pull me out clean as a fish waiting like rain to pour down the chimney, to channel the windows & doors of the house of labor. Do this in memory of me, that any violence you have known as love will not harm you & each time a lover cries your name listen as you come to all who came before you, settling in bone.
Lynne Knight | Identity Contents | Mudlark No. 62 (2017)