.
Call her half
-breed, destined to roam
this earth in ink
-y skin and feathers
that cannot fly,
three-fourths water
and one-part land
-ho, who knows,
parts un
-known,
a hybrid fruit
choking on its
own
stone.
..
.
Call her half
-breed, destined to roam
this earth in ink
-y skin and feathers
that cannot fly,
three-fourths water
and one-part land
-ho, who knows,
parts un
-known,
a hybrid fruit
choking on its
own
stone.
..
You are hilarious! Between “destined to roam-breed” and “land-ho,” I just can’t stop laughing over the way you describe this gypsy momma. 🙂 I think she’s a selkie whose skin was stolen, so now she’s wandering the earth making babies. Hey. That sounds a little too familiar. 😉
amazing. clever. cool. I totally dig it. cheers ~
I can relate to this, in that my mother was adopted and so things only go back so far.
My sister does go onto ancestry.com and follows our “relatives” – my grandmother (who was also adopted) and all these other folks who technically are our relatives, but who are not our blood at all, really. I find it hard to be interested in them at all, hybrid fruit that I am 🙂