From Opening the Mouth of the Dead
- A Note on the Text
- The Unanswered Note
- Horizontal Memories of Tea
- For Noticing I No Longer
- For Not Playing Dead
- The Oldest Lunchroom Lady
- The Order of Their Living
- For Not Permitting a Man’s Heart To Be Taken from Him
- The Day I Hit My Father
- Suicide Attempt IV:
A History of the South
- She Said Yes
The Day I Hit My Father
His eyes are red. I can’t recall
What propels my hand. Hard
To remember who was more shaken.
I am a charter subscriber
To Women’s Sports and Ms. magazines.
I am proud that he is proud of me.
But his slurred reply still stings:
If you were a boy, I would take you outside.
Blood floods muscles, mind.
Go ahead, I beg. Let me have it.
Published in Poet Lore