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Everyone in it dead now––Dad,
three, in a skirt––and I see her

again, the unnamed woman.  She
is me.  No one to introduce us:

Hello, Me. Unruly eyebrow woman,
eyes sepia but blue––they must be;

hair pulled slant, frame bent
lensward, skeptical mouth

smiling––I know you.  How did you
leash your mind, when you

looked through the small window
or stared through water

at your veined hand?


Joan Larkin’s most recent collection, My Body: New and Selected Poems (Hanging Loose Press) received the Publishing Triangle’s Audre Lorde Award. She teaches in Drew University’s Low-Residency MFA Program in Poetry and Poetry in Translation.

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MICHAEL KLEIN wrote "then, we were still living" (GenPop Books, 2010), "The End of Being Known" (University of Wisconsin Press), "Track Conditions" (University of Wisconsin Press) and "1990" (Provincetown Arts Press), which won a Lambda Literary Award. He has work forthcoming in Poets & Writers, Fence and The Awl. He teaches in the MFA in Writing Program at Goddard College in Port Townsend, Washington and Plainfield, Vermont. He lives in New York City.

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  • Shell Geiser February 12, 2011, 7:24 pm

    This is a wonderful poem! “How did you leash your mind…” what a great line. Hope to see more Larkin poetry on the blog. Thanks, editor.

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