Daughter of the Streets


Daughter of the Streets



She has no

light but that

of effervescent clouds.


She has her days

in doorways, sleeping

on abandoned stairs,

folding her arms

in laughter.


She has a man in her mind,

but cannot remember his

name, cannot bear the cold

stares of animals who watch

from distant trees.


She has many dimensions

in her bones and in her pain,

has not reached her final year

though time has lost its pace

in her blood, though fire and milk

leave her with equal indifference,

and her memory is an ancient tongue

in need of translation.



© 1992 by Allison Grayhurst





First published in “Raven Cage, Issue 26” September 2018





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