Norman Jin Shyr Wang


My Mother's Wings

I dreamed and stole from the fullest moon
that my legs by the stairs stalked
for a sleep walk.
As my eyes gazed into the blue lagoon
I became thirsty for a drink and missed
my jerky pork and folk.
I opened the fridge not so hard with
all the food out spreading far.
I thought I pushed the front door to slip

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