Reading The Crow Road to Eden
by Helen Barter
Lascivious trespass of a self-indulgent thief;
the uninvited consequence of
walking a different road.
Stealing songs of solitude,
and hungrily sucking foreign memories
into lachrymose loneliness.
Reading words of a forbidding God;
of pride in her presence and
gladness for her voice.
Windfall apple feels fluttering moth of
paper scrap, expelled
from the tight security of folded, aching spine.
Languishing on the idly massaged fullness of her breast
are the words "lidless pot".
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