Portrait
As a baby,
she cried the instant she wet,
could not endure
the smooth, cool damp.
Older,
she pulled her hair back
until her eyebrows rose
and loved the orderly creases
of oxford cloth. Neat, tucked in,
she will die with white cuffs
and collars on her mind,
and dare the weeds to grow.
Table of Contents
A Significant Passing
American Shtetl Circa 1948
Unaccented
Counting Peas
Looking for Helen
Hiding Places
Nothing Serious
What You Are
Grandfather’s Legacy
Becoming Prince Valiant
Inflated Hopes
Open House
Not White
Proclaimed Dead
Manic
Approaching Fifty
Dear Funeral Director
Listening to Southern Women
Cutting It
by Tina Hacker
Pushcart Nominations
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