I would stand as a child and watch my mother light candles on Friday nights.
She would close he
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the morning dew,
and spread her arms
in the wind, while
the storm she
survived blew into the
distance
I would stand as a child and watch my mother light candles on Friday nights.
She would close he
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Dare we invite the dreamwolf in,
to jump through our chaste window,
carry us over the midnight
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I was born, Mom says, dollhouse-
ready, pre-Barbie hair a field
of curls, the early bird that
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