Poem for My Mother Gone All These Years I remember he told me on the phone he found you splayed out on the cracked linoleum in the kitchen, you unresponsive in a pool of blood or vomit, he said. In my confusion and grief I saw dawn light dull against cheap cabinets, the white … Continue reading Lisa Zimmerman: Three Poems
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