the fossil record
The first number of TFR Volume 4 will be posted on Dec. 22, 2007 ----ed.
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I open the window
and can't stop breathing,
it happens. There's heels
on cobblestone, in a hurry too.
I can't look out without
seeing my Mum. Not the eyes,
hard olive, but the slight
death, the dry bouquet.
Also, can't put my own weight
on the ground anymore. I fear
I’m holding my own
breath. But I’m empty.
Then full, a blue cotton blouse
fluttering. Breathing's a breeze.
Just because you can't see it
doesn't mean it isn't there.
Rebecca Kaiser Gibson