Senna Jawa
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Let me start with the following poem by LeeAnn Heringer (she is, first of all, an Internet poet--that's how I feel).
when I was old enough
to put myself to bed
I would pick my way
through shards of broken dishes
that lined the floor and lie down
between my parents,
hoping the alcohol
singing in their blood
would seep beneath my skin
and I would sleep
rocked by the temporary truce
of their steady snores
by LeeAnn Heringer
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(At this time, please post your comments to the neighboring Companion thread).
when I was old enough
to put myself to bed
I would pick my way
through shards of broken dishes
that lined the floor and lie down
between my parents,
hoping the alcohol
singing in their blood
would seep beneath my skin
and I would sleep
rocked by the temporary truce
of their steady snores
by LeeAnn Heringer
******************************************
(At this time, please post your comments to the neighboring Companion thread).
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