The 2River View | 20.4 (Summer 2016) |
Wendy Wisner
Yesterday felt like summer— our son tramped through the field, I am trying to locate the spaces against bald blue sky. Sometimes I feel a rash that makes her look pregnant. the baby: her mind isn’t twisted into spider webs. (Stop. Listen I died, and lost flight— dream. I told no one. Then I brought you to bed while outside a moth By terrible I mean precise— of boiling tea in my fist— Are the children asleep? I died only flight. When I asked our son about death and he pushed Wendy Wisner is the author of two books of poems (CW Books), and her writing has appeared in such publications as Bellevue Literary Review, Brain—Child Magazine, Literary Mama, Minnesota Review, Prairie Schooner, Spoon River Review, The Washington Post, and Verse Daily. website • contact
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