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The Day I Refuse to Wear My Red Sweater, Won't Eat a Bite of Oatmeal
We're going across the whole country, we'll swim in next summer. But we don't marker on the ribbon of our trip, playing at my window, loses hiss as they spin in long grass by the side of the highway. My father at birds on a telephone pole. By her open door and knees. Why doesn't someone and I'm hungry. Click, click around small hills of broken glass. moans. I turn away, breathe in, breathe out, who rubs its hinged legs hard After My Father Died
I kept the shush of sprinklers--
Bio Note Wendy Mnookin's book of poems, To Get Here, was recently published by BOA Editions. Her poetry has won prizes from several journals including The Comstock Review, Kansas Quarterly, and Poet. She has also won a poetry fellowship in 1999 from the National Endowment for the Arts. Wendy Mnookin lives in Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts. |
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