Portrait


As a baby,

she cried the instant she wet,

could not endure

the smooth, cool damp.

Older,

she pulled her hair back

until her eyebrows rose

and loved the orderly creases

of oxford cloth. Neat, tucked in,

she will die with white cuffs

and collars on her mind,

and dare the weeds to grow.

Table of Contents


Portrait

A Significant Passing

American Shtetl Circa 1948

Unaccented

Counting Peas

Looking for Helen

Where the Chips Fall

Hiding Places

Nothing Serious

What You Are

Grandfather’s Legacy

Becoming Prince Valiant

Inflated Hopes

Open House

Not White

Proclaimed Dead

Sheba

Cutting It

Manic

Approaching Fifty

Dear Funeral Director

Listening to Southern Women

Cutting It

by Tina Hacker

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