Beloved, you sat in your throne,
humming
like a mother in a rocking chair,
in a candle-dim corner of the house.
I curled up
at your feet, nestled my head on your knees,
while you hummed and peeled away
at my heart
as though you were husking corn.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Husking: A Prayer
Posted by Danielle at 2:51 PM
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