Rhiannon Remembers Her Own Name

Ali Trotta

Rhiannon Remembers Her Own Name

by Ali Trotta Artwork by Shokofeh Ghafari One by one, the sweet secrets         became stones,  and one by one, the stones        became soup,  fever-food, hollow  and without bread—                this is what he gave me,    the grief-god with worn hands,         practiced  in shaping song                into secrets,    and how I sang,         how