This is a selection from Michaela Mullin's Tenable Cant.
Family Portrait
We are hungry,
kneeling.
With our hands
we dig into earth
as if chased by oxygen.
Not situated in, but near
what we wet.
We drink each hand free
of deep-red clay.
You can hear more of Michaela Mullin's poetry on September 1, 7pm at Beaverdale Books.
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