Natalie Zervou reflects on her recent Hatching residency
They said she swallowed her words,
Circles and squares and all sorts.
Scratchy throat chakra.
Ikea bag blue.
Big enough to hold all the symbols on the page.
The rage.
A boat for my kids.
I’ll toss those handles over my shoulder and we’ll swing
Over silent words and roaring waves.
A new line to cross.
A new word to trace.