RATIONALE FOR A LOSS
More winter gear went missing:
it just up & walked away. Or maybe, when
fish-hooked either by God or the testy Girl Scout
knitted by a friend in a remote country. All three—the
they’ve been forsaken to the Heaven of Missing Things
and forgotten parts of yourself—the combing
clockwise: flip cushions, open/
Esther Lee’s poems will be
forthcoming in New Orleans Review, Caketrain, and Puerto
del Sol. Her work has been nominated for a 2004 Pushcart Prize,
a Ruth Lilly Fellowship, and selected as a “Discovery” /
The Nation Award semi-finalist.
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