Tag: 2021 Leslie McGrath Poetry Prize Runner-Up

The autumn night my sister was releasedfrom Bellevue, dressed in a rough shroudof brown burlap,my mother told me to take her upstairsand bathe her.I filled the old tub with hot water,gathered a bar of Ivory soap andthe green bottle

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