by Mary Ocher
Will you then admit?
And babies are not different from
And blushes are not different from
And turning plates on dining floors
Are not too different
not at all
And hands, they burst through thick earth-twigs
And roots, and vanity,
And many firsts.
Lots and lots and lots.
Mary Ocher was born in Moscow, grew up in Tel Aviv
and is now living in Berlin.