"This is not a book to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force." - Dorothy Parker

Kuan Yin

for my grandmother

The way she cradles them in her

arms and calls them hers, as

though their mothers and fathers

do not exist.

A smile rare on her pale

face after decades of babies.

Her smell a cure that seeps

into blankets, hold her in,

parallel, they are her skin.

Tiny, thunder clap.

Mia Prinzen