milk-tales

put them under a pillow at night

before your parents told you girls don’t marry each other 

these two showing each other their respective worlds 

there was someone in the dark

looking at us

we couldn’t see who it was

the deer-kind’s vigil 

getting life advice from a badly potted flower 

some ghosts you can’t keep out

a safe enough place to sleep, in someone else’s bones 

gloves that become your hands