The Winning Card

I won. That is, I stayed alive so I won. I outwitted the bear and the forest I fought I came back home. I came back "victorious", torn to pieces stumbling and rising a leaf — as it were — with the wind the wind, with me and my harvest with all the things I had gained: in every particle of me, at the root of every tooth, in every crack of my bones, in every poem of mine "the longing for peace" had been born crying with its pink, terrified mouth. I came back home holding in my arms pressed hard to my breast my newborn...