poet.singer.theologian
New Birth I lost more of my mind than I did my hair when you first came out, water-logged and anxious, a bit like your mother. I cared little for social graces and faces appearing to peck at the chores and leave leftovers at my door. I needed sleep like a memory foam bra lifting…
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I stared at her angelic form swaddled beneath the moonlit window. She was so sweet, so small, so fragile. Who was I to bear the responsibility of her, to soothe her fevers and give her direction, to train her and teach her about what it means to be human and live in a broken world?…
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Kelsi Folsom 