There is a sorrow that comes before
lost, the way a baby enters the world
an old woman polishes silver and
growling to himself. Well-worn
Look in a drawer for a matching sock
You want to slip your arms in the sleeves,
how light easily bends when it passes
some store in town will run an ad
and in front of the full-length mirror you turn
tug at its hem and smile at your reflection. .
Sally is editor of the DMQ Review, an online journal that features both poetry and art. Her recent poetry and reviews have appeared in Hotel Amerika, LIT, Poet Lore, Another Chicago Magazine, and Sentence: a journal of prose poetics, among others. A chapbook, These Metallic Days, is forthcoming February 2005 from Main Street Rag (www.mainstreetrag.com).
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