“Tonight she walks
up to the particular
porcelain lion she had
when she was a girl
for a now forgotten
reason chosen, puts
her hand on his nose
and says tenderly
in her mind I’m sorry
I can’t remember
the name I gave you.”
up to the particular
porcelain lion she had
when she was a girl
for a now forgotten
reason chosen, puts
her hand on his nose
and says tenderly
in her mind I’m sorry
I can’t remember
the name I gave you.”
— From National Poetry Month Day 27: “Prodigal Electrons Return to Shine” by Matthew Zapruder. Read the whole poem over at The Rumpus!
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