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Courtesy of Flickr/Jason Woodhead.
you speak to a mountain
by becoming
it your body in her
language of minerals
a whisper a humming
bird’s fluttering wings
since I became
a mother nearly a decade
ago my body
smells like milk
women tend
to live longer but I
selfish as I can be
wish never to be
without you
in the language
of mountains
heavy water
and debris
say The Grand
Canyon I am
happy now
now just another
place from here
I can send you this
whenever you are
as easily as a love
letter a postcard
without
a return address