“This is how she found us/ the past draped about us like a cloak”
Selkie Weaning Young (Redux) by Diana Khoi
I crawl out of my skin,
out of a past heavy
on my bones.
And this is how she found me:
wet and blind and filled to
the brim in melancholy.
Beautiful imagery. Kept rereading and found different meanings for me. Lovely.