At dinner I asked for a newspaper.
(A poem of mine, someone had said,
might be printed there.) It was,
inexplicably, on page one,
not buried beside the changes
in school lunch menus. Nothing
but the poem was on the front page—
of a paper already ha [...]
I don't look like my mother or father, but like a grandmother who died 50 years before I was born: genes like dolphins surface unpredictably. Her unschooled ballerina's posture, her hair swept up leaves her forehead clear. She's looking s [...]
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