Poem
Rae Armantrout
MISSING PERSONS
MISSING PERSONS
MISSING PERSONS
God and Motherwent the same way.
* * *
What’s a person to us
but a contortion
of pressure ridges
palpable
long after she is gone?
* * *
A thin old man in blue jeans,
back arched, grimaces
at the freezer compartment.
* * *
Lying in the tub,
I\'m telling them—
the missing persons—
that a discrepancy
is a pea
and I am a Princess.
© 2008, Rae Armantrout
From: Poetry, Vol. 192, No. 3, June
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
From: Poetry, Vol. 192, No. 3, June
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
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MISSING PERSONS
God and Motherwent the same way.
* * *
What’s a person to us
but a contortion
of pressure ridges
palpable
long after she is gone?
* * *
A thin old man in blue jeans,
back arched, grimaces
at the freezer compartment.
* * *
Lying in the tub,
I\'m telling them—
the missing persons—
that a discrepancy
is a pea
and I am a Princess.
From: Poetry, Vol. 192, No. 3, June
MISSING PERSONS
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