6 relatives



my relatives pocket my arrowheads;
I needed those.

the how of now slips off my collarbone;
I needed that.

*

remorse takes hours to run its
course; of course.

I've learned to obey sacrifice by
calling it otherwise.

*

it took so long to learn to
rise above the mud banks.

I'm not where I am.



~

words: Peter Schwartz, Maine (Sitrah Ahra)
image: Dorothee Lang, Germany (virtual notes)