Birthright When our babies are born, we run them with dry names till their personalities explode, color the walls with vibrant hues or leave them ashen, dull. Holding still,we watch them while we grow into shadows of illusion, hole-punched watercraft listing like winos in the sun.[The light is painful; finial burns.] We’re moved by the … Continue reading 20 | Birthright | Time Elastic | Province