heirlooms
heirlooms - things i picked up from the dust, from the ashes. things feather-light in my hand whispering of wishes and heartbreak. things left by my mother, broken, for me to break in my turn.
watch me explore my maternal windings in a collection of 13 poems, written as only one who has learned to swallow sorrow can.
view my birth and my death as i have seen it through my mother’s eyes. see premonitions, fire, fairy tales, vines, heartbeats. read my story through the things my mother handed down to me.
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