barren woman

Lovesong of the Barren Woman, Poems & An Interview with Jennifer Givhan

2. Looking Glass                    The image in the mirror appears whole                              though I swear I am a fragment. Columnar self, I am my own grotesque other body. I fell asleep inside my pod and woke to red, where oceans are dry as salt flats, where red means lost and lost means dead. (Read the […]