The First RoomBy Joyce Carol OatesShare thisShareIn every dream of a room the first room intrudes. No matter the years, the tears dried and forgotten, it is the skeleton of the first that protrudes.Source: Poetry (July/August 2018)
In every dream of a room the first room intrudes. No matter the years, the tears dried and forgotten, it is the skeleton of the first that protrudes.Source: Poetry (July/August 2018)
