L a u r e n G o r d o n
Your poem does not want to talk
about the divorce or the affair or her mother
who is an unraveling spool or her father
the mag flashlight, but she does, anyway.
Your poem has a brother who can’t stand her
and friends who says things like
“I’m all about the occult” and
“babies are just like dogs.”
copyright 2014 by Lauren Gordon
guest editor: Sara Biggs Chaney
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