Carriage

There are lost toys in heaven’s debris. For the babes born in jars, babes who were bathed, babes who were battered carefully into washing machines, babes who choked a little too quick, babes born wilted with blue lips. I knew you when you were just a thrush. An ultrasound nose, a lullaby hush. I thought […]

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There are lost toys in heaven’s debris. For the babes born in jars, babes who were bathed, babes who were battered carefully into washing machines, babes who choked a little too quick, babes born wilted with blue lips. I knew you when you were just a thrush. An ultrasound nose, a lullaby hush. I thought