Itinerantdaughter's Blog

Someone at Rap Genius (or Poetry Genius, which is… the same thing?) please evaluate the work of Sonja Yelich in light of her daughter’s lyrics, or vice versa:

Woke

Time is white

& the baby came in a new season

but you could say that about all of them ~ ours

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i looped them over the undoing of our street

all born in a house 2 here 2 there

i worked them into the dawn awake

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firstly we slept zero

with the smell of milk

& our babies —

& the rigmarole of wrapping & the unwrapping of them

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we signed our roundy names on the Certificate

of Authenticity crossing to the townhall

with its full clock ~ meat pie in each hand

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we drove to every beach when they would not sleep

with our atlas of rivers & mountains & rocky roads

in the stony days of long sounds.

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twice in one week i smacked the front out of 2 cars

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at one beach

the size of latitude was light ~ longitude quiet

i slept myself.  my babies ears to the shore on lull & hush.

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today ella says matt

knows what sea means in maths —

back then it was roundabout an hour

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