Contemprary Tanka Poet Mariko Kitakubo. Eucalypt.
My Tanka published in Eucalypt.
sometimes I wish for
shoulders to lean against--
there's a bitter wind
like the delivery of letters
after my death
maybe it's better
not to know the depth
of her wounds---
tranquilly I ask
how many sugar lumps?
how small
I really am
here between
potato field
and the wide sky
we won't know
if it's benign
till we operate---
I'm nodding as if
this isn't about me
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