Today's poem is by Suzanne Marie Hopcroft
Turn and Return
Listen: I am taking myself
away. I am bundling myneedles and my bookshelf,
my ladle and my orphanedgloves, and I am hauling
them to another town.Forget the blips, the jinxes,
the hillocks in the fabricof my intent.
The pavement here is rotten
with the cloying shimmerof enough. The houses draw
together at dusk, shutteringin the kids: their small,
patient guns and bells.Girls wear delight around
them like a shawl thatpasses from one freckled
back to the next. Everythingin its place.
They are wrong about
the consequences offlight. How impossible
it is to desert the grime,the woven leaves the insects
have half undone; how weneed the belligerent train and
tilting stair. How we retraceourselves on streets that
never wanted us, crowinghome, home under the dim
light, damp and gleamingand unseen. Listen: I am
taking myself away. Listen:I am gone.
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from The Carolina Quarterly
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