POEM A DAY 2012
seven poems, seven days, seventh month
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
An apology
I narrow my eyes like a fox before responding—
how could I tell you
I was not sorry
when we had Oregon to gain?
But in truth I am not sorry
—and this is something—
when the slightest sway
might yet turn into a dance.
When my name might be Leah or Rachel.
Instead of what it is.
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