If I am repaired, can we meet againfor the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Mag 56, 'Still Fallen'
Photo: Tess Kincaid
Carry your saplings back down the mountain, your tubers and your seed. I have penance yet, for the Edens I scorned in youth, for the garlic that I let grow under my left heel, and the onion, under my right.