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Last summer, two discrete young snakes left their skin on my small porch, two mornings in a row. Being post-modern now, I pretended as if I did not see them, nor understand what I knew to be circling inside me. Instead, every hour I told my son to stop with his incessant back-chat. I peeled a banana. And cursed God—His arrogance, His gall—to still expect our devotion after creating love. And mosquitoes. I showed my son the papery dead skins so he could know, too, what it feels like when something shows up at your door—twice—telling you what you already know.
|January 14, 2012||It sifts from Leaden Sieves - (311)||Emily Dickinson|
|July 06, 2014||A lane of Yellow led the eye (1650)||Emily Dickinson|
|January 16, 2011||Color - Caste - Denomination - (970)||Emily Dickinson|
|February 05, 2012||Winter is good - his Hoar Delights (1316)||Emily Dickinson|
|December 06, 2011||There's a certain Slant of light (258)||Emily Dickinson|
|November 25, 2010||One day is there of the series||Emily Dickinson|
|September 11, 2010||I measure every Grief I meet (561)||Emily Dickinson|
|October 17, 2010||Besides the Autumn poets sing (131)||Emily Dickinson|
|October 18, 2014||The Outlet (162)||Emily Dickinson|
|March 07, 2012||Dear March - Come in - (1320)||Emily Dickinson|