The Exile’s Tale
Karin Gottshall
The country I come from is far to the north:
our wedding dresses are lined with wolf’s fur and the stars
are fixed. We share the dwellings of white bears,
who never wake from their winter sleep,
our wedding dresses are lined with wolf’s fur and the stars
are fixed. We share the dwellings of white bears,
who never wake from their winter sleep,
