My son took a picture of me jumping the cemetery wall. Do it again, he said, as if I'd got out too fast. Pretend you're really climbing. In the retake my lazy eye is half shut, and the other is smiling or crying.

From The Game of Boxes by Catherine Barnett. Copyright © 2012 by Catherine Barnett. Published by Graywolf Press. Used by permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.

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Poems by This Author

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