She’s a Pill
Oh, dangling long sleeves in the Mercurochrome.
Parking her punch on her knees.
I’m not a joiner.
In the night, a visitation, small as a thumb,
enters the sealed house and ascends.
Mother wouldn’t have stood for that long. Drippy-drooping around
on heels. Leaving the blue cheese out.
Susan Wheeler, “She’s a Pill” from meme. Copyright © 2012 by Susan Wheeler. Reprinted by permission of University of Iowa Press.
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Poet Susan Wheeler b. 1955
Subjects Relationships, Home Life, Arts & Sciences, Language & Linguistics
Poetic Terms Free Verse
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