Poetry: Six by Dianne Moritz
SIX
Teasing the dog
Back behind
The chicken coop
To distract myself
From loneliness,
Stench of the farm,
Uncle’s mongrel seized
My thin wrist, bit down hard.
My cries were smothered
In boozy serves-you-rights,
While blood spilled,
Staining my summer smock.
Aunie brought me milk
Straight from a cow.
I ran to the rusty sink,
Spit it out as Mother’s hand
Shot out, slapped me hard.
I raced outside.
The slam of that screen door
Still echoes….
Dianne Moritz is a former teacher in LA, CA and writes poetry, essays, memoir, and picture books for children. Her book, 1, 2, 3 BY THE SEA, from Kane Miller, is a bestseller. It was listed to Bank Street's "best books, 2014" and continues to sell after ten years.
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