winter 4

winter notes 

ellie epp




i had the fetus in my hand & had to put it in the bin     i d lost a lot of blood        there were pools of it on the floor        they could see i wasn t well but they were still wanting their supper made



it s a clumsy paw difficult to fill           separate fingers are dark areas only roughly in existence           a webbing or some line sheets across



`the way he would wait for you to go home'

`an attachment'




the steel voice, her metal, its skill in section           the strong fluid of attachment there was


`i am not the one you wanted to lie down with'

`that is not yet so'

`yes it is so'


put into the ashes a stone for each



he s a grown man & he still thinks of you            yes I m sure he does