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because you are not
here it
rains for days and we think:
this is it until
the day it stops when we think:
is this it
and we remember the umbrella
like a ghost limb
as we pass through the sun and spend
most
of our time talking about
what it was like
when it rained.
From how to survive a hotel fire (Coconut Books, 2012) by Angela Veronica Wong. Copyright © 2012 by Angela Veronica Wong. Used with the permission of the author.
Inside me / The mini-monster is / Eating at the edges / Of my heart again / Don’t feed it my
friend warns me / But my heart is just there / How can I stop the monster’s / Small mouth from
opening / When it wants so much and I / Want to be needed / It’s / The / Anxiety of April / The /
Anxiety of / Being human / I’m walking through the world like / I have / A plastic Tupperware
There was a mother. She had a child. She loved her life.
There was a mother. She raised a child. She loved her life.
There was a mother. She bore a child. She bore a second child. She held the first child, and she
held the second child. She watched them grow. She loved her life.
There was a mother. She was shucked like an oyster. She loved her life.
Elsa, a little history of girls
who wore red shoes. One girl was borne
over thorns and stumps until she was torn
and bleeding. One girl chose her career over
her husband and danced to death over a
balcony. One girl didn’t appreciate
what she had until she was carried by
a tornado in a house and couldn’t