Wanting a Child

This condition is not like hoarding for winter.                    There may be no torpor here,                                                                       no feast, either. I see a fox, petrified in bog water.                    I envy the gall wasp, its egg                                                               a pincushion on the oak leaf. This disruption will likely stay                                                        unnamed. I...

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