Isaiah go home and get some sleep, said God.
Isaiah went home, slept, woke again. Isaiah felt a sensation below the neck, it was a silk and bitter sensation.
Isaiah looked down.
It was milk forcing the nipples open. Isaiah was more than whole. I am not with you am in you, said the muffled white voice of God.
Isaiah went home, slept, woke again. Isaiah felt a sensation below the neck, it was a silk and bitter sensation.
Isaiah looked down.
It was milk forcing the nipples open. Isaiah was more than whole. I am not with you am in you, said the muffled white voice of God.
( Anne Carson )
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