I didn’t want this grief. I’d had enough of that, Most of it of my own making. I was ripe for joy. You brought it to me in armfuls I tried to take from you, laughing At how I couldn’t hold it all. Do you remember That dumpling place in Iowa City Where we made a list of baby names?
The Given Life
The Given Life
The Given Life
I didn’t want this grief. I’d had enough of that, Most of it of my own making. I was ripe for joy. You brought it to me in armfuls I tried to take from you, laughing At how I couldn’t hold it all. Do you remember That dumpling place in Iowa City Where we made a list of baby names?