Storyteller
she intended
to become a stranger
and tuck in trunks
and never remember
she put on a crazy apron
make something to eat
having no ideas
God knows what it will be
then was tired
and turned in trade
her back blistered cooking
and was not delayed
to become a storyteller
as she lived her age
and spoke to the children
who were as open
companions
I need you to lift this up
I need you to lift this up
I need you to lift this up
I need you to lift this up
