Soup
We take off clothes like cat’s cradle.
Now spent, I’m lying on the floor:
“You are no spoon, you’re more ladle.”
Then wrap around myself once more.
(Rachel’s dream the night of 23 March 08)
We take off clothes like cat’s cradle.
Now spent, I’m lying on the floor:
“You are no spoon, you’re more ladle.”
Then wrap around myself once more.
(Rachel’s dream the night of 23 March 08)
