In Wormholes

So she won’t forget, Mother stamps a metal tag with 29, her age when she delivered the sky. Carefully, she hooks a triangle of lead to a wooden five-point star. Seamstress, she rocks on a celestial porch, sips tea with lemon, counts wormholes in decking and constellations. Tying secret knots, she cross-stitches aurora borealis, capricious […]