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old recipes
i have hands that need to be worried
knitted brows and empty eyed needles
clicking and clacking in time
with a grandmother’s songshe told me all her stories once
from a field of corn and desperationbroken backs and clattered crows
stealing all the shiny bitsi made a choker of her words
red silk knots and sour drops
on the tongue of overdrawn wisdomshe knew everything about me
before i was bornand nothing of the taste
of redemption.
~Kelly Letky
National Poetry Month {Day 19}
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