Erika Kulnys CD Release

Caracas

See—a homeless six-year-old swing
a red shawl over a tree stump, calling her

by name; a soldier’s hand shake
like thousands of tiny ants

carrying red petals; your child self
open dolls inside dolls

to find nothing
at last; the outer spaces, the whole wood;

yourself as the quiet
revolution of air

inside an empty bowl.

 

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