Display Emma Gray

Emma Gray Display

Mother

[who liked them as babies best projected on to screen of fresh skin the milky icon of herself before their mouths learned the sound and the shape of no and the whorls on their fingers deepened their difference to spread]

shrines them small. Each adult child a shelf:

* three plain pebbles barely-shaped blocks of wooden boat long-forgetting small palm unfit for sea

* bothy for one clay boy beige fired lion worked-wax he intended gold torso of man

* comedy dog unicorn poem glazed girl smiles smiles hugs knees

* Unused mug. Handle, an infant’s ear. Name glossed.