Liz Wheaton

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When you were little I delighted in every word you uttered. You were so clever! For instance: the word “utter.” Holding your small hand to my throat to feel why the word “utter” is so different from the word “bark” you wondered aloud: So is it the same with cows? You know, do cows have them. Utters? No, I said udder is different it is something that carries milk. You liked milk especially chocolate. Oh, you said, getting it right away: Utter I speak! Udder I drink! Close enough I said, adoring you. We spent the morning quietly sipping mugs of dark cocoa smiling a lot drawing & then painting ...more
The World Will Follow Joy: Turning Madness into Flowers (New Poems)
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