Every Time
Poem by Jude Goodwin. Photo by Jill Burhans. ![]() Do you have stars in your mouth? she asks and I laugh, she's never tasted winter like I have, midnights that linger for days. Yes, I tell her. Come see. Will there be breath? For a while, I whisper and blow on her hands, but you will sing and the aurora lights will walk across the ice. She lets me put my hands on her. Will I die? her hair like snow. Yes. I tell her. Every time. |