FIVE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SIX DAYS
coming home
I felt like an ill-fitting sweater
stretched
and shrunk
in the wash of the world
and yet, still belonging to that place
where the toitoi grows on matted ferny hillsides.
GOING HOME
coming home
I felt like an ill-fitting sweater
stretched
and shrunk
in the wash of the world
and yet, still belonging to that place
where the toitoi grows on matted ferny hillsides.