Читать книгу The Spoons in the Grass Are There to Dig a Moat - Amelia Martens - Страница 14
ОглавлениеOur daughter thinks you’re sad. She saw your picture on the back of Phantom Noise and said your eyes look hurt. I described the war in terms that no one can understand. Everything I say will be on the playground tomorrow. She thought your mouth looked okay. She also liked the birds on the cover. A helicopter is a type of bird, momma. I did not read her the poem for your unborn daughter. I did not say what I think you are trying to say. I mentioned nothing about shrapnel, white space, or how it is to be inside your self inside the dark. Maybe next time a profile? Something near water, the focus a little less sharp?
