Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

with grievance’s command.

I am the daughter she trains
to translate lightning.

I am the half-deaf child she assigned
to tone-deaf judges.

I am the girl
riding shot-gun to iron.

I am birthing feet first
with no mid-wife to catch.

I sprint, high-jump,
and fist-fight in her defense.

I am a dialect
born inside her quietude.

I susurrate incantations
transcribing her rivered idioms.

She is rivered remembering,
and I am her subpoenas.

Margo Tamez

Previous Poems

Title	Author	Date
Why Poetry Can Be Hard for Most People	Dorothea Lasky	09/12/2013
On Disappearing	Major Jackson	09/11/2013
Given	Joanna Klink	09/10/2013
Time Study	Marvin Bell	09/09/2013
The Heart of a Woman	Georgia Douglas Johnson	09/08/2013
The New Year	Emma Lazarus	09/07/2013
Roar Shack	Alice Fulton	09/06/2013
Anything Can Happen	Seamus Heaney	09/05/2013
Dove, Interrupted	Lucie Brock-Broido	09/04/2013
Wine Tasting	Kim Addonizio	09/03/2013

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09/12/2013