| Our bodies stretch two continents my fingers direction south your legs east if I extend my right arm parallel to the horizon our fingertips would align you would have to uncurl your palm on wet seashells the ocean blew inside a pathway would be created your thoughts to me trickling through my body back across your toes feet legs... Joan Rene Goldberg |
If you have any comments on this poem, Joan Rene Goldberg would be pleased to hear them.
