This poem appears in the Spring 2017 issue of Modern Age. To subscribe now, go here. They pulled me from my sleep in the low bunk, My mother and grandmother, in one’s arms While the other draped me with a garbage bag. We moved as one through the dark house, which shook Beneath the … Continue reading At the Lake House
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