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Mounting Evidence That I May Not Hate Poetry

“Mom, how come you have that poem taped to the end of our bunk beds?” Girl asked a few weeks ago. She was referring to this: “A Supple Cord”My brother, in his small white bed, held one end. I tugged the other to signal I was still awake. We could have spoken, could have sung… Continue reading Mounting Evidence That I May Not Hate Poetry

Published October 4, 2007
Categorized as childhood, poetry, room sharing, siblings

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