Always at the door, or tapping
at the window, it calls:
“Please let me in.”
In kisses and poems,
where unheard words
write unsent letters,
it calls out to me,
that fall off shel […]
When the Soul began to write his life
examiners at the womb door asked:
“Does this one want to come out?”
The father left to think this over.
The mother was left to pethidine.
The baby came out forc […]