Victoria, I love the way you have placed in on to the right hand side of the page. Distancing from the norm. And its shape, the way it spreads but then retreats and reduces to its end. Its moving and for me really pinpoints an aching element of motherhood. YOu have great clarity.
Ive got nothing tonight
but a migraine and a
pierced my tongue in good weather
Hid the parts of me that were unfortunate for you
and called it grace
( those are killer lines – a mother worrying about being unfortunate for her son….)
while the years tax
and blaze in the quiet fields
You are not mine.
Thank you its beautiful and heartbreaking.