A Poem by Valzyna Mort

After waking the house up at five this morning, the baby is finally back in his crib, sleeping peacefully. Myself, still half-asleep, existing between school terms, in a psuedo-limbo. Time to get my reading and writing back into their old habits. Stumbled on a Berlin-based magazine, Sand. Their material is in English, despite their European roots. Seems a good connection for future reading.
At random, I selected the following poem.
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sylt II || Valzyna Mort

the wind that makes your hair grow faster
opens a child’s mouth full of strawberry and sand.
slow and sure
on the scales of the ocean
the child’s head outweighs the sun.

Read the full poem:
http://sandjournal.com/issues/valzyna-mort