Magazine December 18, 2017, Issue

Poetry

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THE ‘F’ WORD

My mother would withhold from me most news,

Because my constant questions — like a plague

Of locusts — flew at her, till she would lose

Her patience, as I lost mine with the vague.

Forgotten, even when I over-think,

Are times I forced some awkward situation –

But one day, drying dishes at the sink,

I voiced the rudest term for copulation.

She labored to my left, aloof and cool,

And deftly swept the plates with suds, to pour

With style, while I stood upon a stool,

About the fragile age of five or four.

Where I first heard the word did not perplex.

We lived among bold soldiers on …

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Poetry

Poetry

THE ‘F’ WORD My mother would withhold from me most news, Because my constant questions — like a plague Of locusts — flew at her, till she would lose Her patience, as I lost ...
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